The Faded Bouquet
The silence did not fall upon the room so much as it erupted, a deafening, physical weight that crushed the air from your lungs and turned the very dust motes dancing in the pale, spectral light into suspended shards of glass. You stand at the center of the chamber, a vast, circular amphitheater of black marble veined with veins of cold, pulsing blue light, where the architecture defies the...
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