Red velour is clearly the theme in this building and I wonder if they got a bulk discount on the purchase. The high, glistening white, dome ceiling above me is covered in large artfully painted and intertwined gold hieroglyphs, somewhat reminding me of the ones on the panel in the lift. They intertwine like branches of an old tree, flowing, dancing on the ceiling, becoming a perplexing, beautiful work of art.
Wings of different shades, colours and sizes are neatly folded behind guests’ backs. Only a few guests here have four wings like Sam and Baza while most of them have just two wings behind their backs. I’m the only one in this vast room without wings and oddly enough, I feel naked.
The air in the room is filled with the smell of jasmine, freesias and a melting wax.
A half-moon stage
