Since the Revolution, the Royal Palace of Versailles has lain derelict. The golden gates are chained and the sweeping lawns go untended.
The grand garden pavilion, where many a lavish summer ball was once held; now a decaying shadow of former glory. But while the human
occupants have long since met their end, Versailles is not quite empty. For deep in the heart of the grounds, where plaster peels and
ivy creeps through cracked French doors, someone has come back. Someone, or something...