The Red Room
The room was enormous, a space created not so much to be dwelled in but to make an impression upon the person who entered. Its ceiling rose high above, arched as cathedral bones are, colored in ivory and deep red that reflected the light of the chandelier suspended proudly at the room's center. That chandelier was no ordinary fixture—a masterpiece, a fall of crystalline droplets and dancing flames. Each prism refracted the candlelight into streams of color that cascaded across velvet drapes and burnished marble floors, casting rainbows into every corner of the room.
