Congratulations. You have found the music box that resides within this mansion, after no doubt spending quite a lot of time traversing its hallways. The treasure is not what it would seem, however. And neither are we. Thi was the most prized possession of the lady of the manor, an aspiring ballerina who was cut down in the prime of Her life many centuries ago by sudden illness. Before She passed, She bound her spirit to the mansion and spread tales of untold riches to whomever might enter into Her home. We are those who came before you, seeking the treasure, and we became incredibly rich, but not in the worldly sense. ll who find the music box become enraptured by its tune and the magic of the mistress transforms us into Her perfect copies, that She may find the joy, companionship, and fame that She did not find in You may gasp in horror, but it is too late. Do not fret much, hecause our mistress, our original self was an extraordinary individual, and while your hopes, dreams, and most of your memories may fade as you dance the eternal song with us, you will soon delight in being Her. You are already becoming as pretty as a peacock, the beautiful patterns of your soft, immaculate tutu as delicately emroidered as the feelings of your new self embroidered upon your soul. Come upon your toes, sister...your screams will end but the song will not and neither will the dance, for that it is what it means to be Her.