In a vast room adorned with delicate white orbs that cascaded from the ceiling like crystalline chandeliers, several figures gathered around a circular table, each bearing stark, shadowed expressions.
The table itself was pearl-gray, as if carved from ancient driftwood, while the floor resembled tiles of frozen waves caught mid-crash. The walls appeared like waterfalls suspended in time—liquid motion trapped and crystallized in eternal cascade.
The chamber struck a perfect balance: compact yet spacious enough to accommodate everyone without wasted breath of space. No windows pierced the walls, but the ceiling yawned open to welcome natural light that poured down in torrents, bathing the assembled figures in luminous, golden rays.
Silence reigned absolute. A suffocating, unspoken tension pressed down as they waited for the one empty seat that commanded the table like a vacant throne.
