Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There’s no fear in a dream

A nightmare of a long distant and untouchable past of royalty. Beautiful but parched and dusty antiques lining shelves on halls so massive they induce vertigo, and an infinite sense of guilt. She can't remember what she did in reality. There's always a chance to do better now, but here, surrounded by portraits of what once was, portraits she doesn't know, it's unclear what the next step is. Getting some fresh air out from all this dust, likely.

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am is smoke and mirrors
Still, given everything, may I be deserving.
And there forever remains that change from G to E Minor.