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When I opened my eyes again, I was in another opulent room made of organic material. The porous limestone formed recesses in the walls like book nooks. Each nook was large enough to fit a twin-sized bed made of sea moss. There were nine such alcoves with beds covered in spun silk of different colors. It was the tenth alcove that stood off to the side that caught my attention.
On a top shelf, there were thick scrolls rolled up and bound with leather straps. In the light of the phosphorescent blue-green algae that clung to the cubbyhole's ceiling, gems gleamed, glimmered, and glowed with a vibrance that let me know they weren't paste.
However, all of that paled in comparison to the rack of clothes at the center of the closet. Silk fabric gowns of soft pastel colors hung in the alcove.
