One pair of doors catches your attention however. They are significantly larger than any other doors in the hall, and instead of being the carved, dark wood of the others, they seem to be some ultra modern metallic material. Not to mention that they bow outward in a convex fashion, as if part of some giant sphere.

Pushing them open you slide into a room that looks indeed as if it is one large sphere. The walls gleam, reflecting vaguely warped images of you as you pass by. Candles drip wax without burning down, thus resulting in root-like veins of wax that creep across the smooth marble floor. Drapery of beautifully faded pinks and blues hangs with a languidly haphazard luxury over chandaliers, and from the ceiling. The room is empty, and the sounds of your own footsteps seem to bother the candle flames, that waver with each footfall.

As you pass under, one of the draping lengths of material falls to the floor.You feel the childish urge to wrap it around your neck and parade about like some snobby noble.