Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or characters associated, they belong to Sir A. Conan Doyle!
It is all in how we see our selves. In Sherlock's case it is as a female in the mind palace!
The Ultimate Mind-Palace Setting
The vibrations under my feet quivered from songs of metal, hidden behind the four faces struck by the witching hour, told of judgment. The full moon his behind dark powers of cheetah wind and light. Sunlight smoke blinded everything at the doors fifteen score and fifteen feet below the tip. Invisible ducks tooted warnings to others down the chocolate syrup waves whilst escaping the black monster. I stood bold, facing the VIRUS in spite of the ocean falling from the heavens. VIRUS stood just as bold, with the smile of the predator, who sights her prey, with giraffe hair of blood and anger. Her steel blue eyes of ice are cold as death. The scent of disgust filled the from below, contrary to the smell of potatoes VIRUS produced in Emerald. We stood facing each other, ready for the showdown, knowing she who falls from Ben will never awake in this world, ever again