[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[You're in a room of all glass. The walls are glass, the ceiling is a mirror, only the floor is cold marble. Scattered through the room are hollow glass statues, delicate and fragile and as large as a person, of animals and plants and faceless people. They sparkle in the sunlight coming through the walls, filling the room with refracted light, white in some places and rainbows in others. It's beautiful -- but also seems like it could be destroyed in an instant.
There's the door back inside, and a door to the outside.]
[They're very pretty. They seem like they could only have been made by magic, but also certainly not like anything you've actually, personally, seen. Whatever they are they are more representation than memory.]
[It immediately shatters. If you're not careful you may get cut in the process, but mainly now there's a pile of broken glass where there was a statue.]
[Well. Maybe a couple of the people, on closer inspection, actually look like people. Like maybe you or Jupiter or a couple of people you've seen around Court.
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There's the door back inside, and a door to the outside.]
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[He drops the shard, looking around at the rest of the room, for anything that stands out.]
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What's fragile again???]
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Is all this supposed to mean something?
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