By R. A. Ludlow (based on characters by Gaston Leroux)
Christine Daae's stomach churned as she rowed across the river. She could feel the sweat dampening her clothes despite the damp chill of the caverns through which the river flowed. In the darkness only sights were the glistening rocks and the lantern reflecting upon the black water below.
Blonde ringlets dangled before her eyes, mingling with the salty droplets that overcame her brow, and irritated her eyes. She sighed. The acoustics in here, she thought, could match those of the theatre a hundred feet above, in the world of light and life. That theatre was still known as the largest in the world, the stage reaching as far back as the house and the gold and reds of the seats, boxes and Lenepveu's ceiling matched only by the brilliant colours of the thousands of costumes that would swarm the stage almost every day. The chandelier, adorned with gods and lyr