Celine arrives first to the space in her mind that the tea had allowed her to create for them. The floor is white marble, so reflective it could have been glass, and it stretches out in every direction. There are no visible walls and the space above the floor is dark, there was some unseen light source creating a large pool of bright light around her. And while the rest of the space was dimly lit, she could still see what was there.
Stretching away from her in a straight line was a five-foot wide, green carpet runner with an odd geometric pattern that didn’t seem to repeat. Two feet beyond the edge of the carpet on each side were ornate gilt picture frames hanging in the air, the bottom edge a couple of feet from the ground.
The pictures themselves are large, averaging two metres wide a
