I turn a last corner before the descending staircase, and below me gleams white marble walls trimmed in pearl lacquer. The tile flooring is polished to a smooth, reflective sheen, and light and fragrance emanate from honey-candles arranged artfully in golden chandeliers. Blossoming fruit trees punctuate the garden gates along the west wall, from whence soft, aromatic breezes originate.
I close my eyes, recklessly grasping for inner calm. The music wafts over me, and I am caught up in a web of lofting melodies and complex minor harmonies, all twisted and knotted together in perfect counterpoint. My breath catches joyfully.
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