As soon as the press conference ended, we were whisked by gold-plated hover-car to Byzantine's private dome. It was as big as the other domes and twice as breathtaking.
The gardens were lusher, and growing on the walls and ceiling as well as the ground. The architecture was more stunning, with fluid white and gold structures constantly flowing over every surface; they dripped down from above and oozed up from below like the stuff inside a lava lamp.
An army of angels filled the air at all altitudes, chanting and singing and strumming harps. Mythical creatures flew among them--griffins and dragons and hippogriffs chasing and tussling in the glittering clouds.
Everything shivered and gave off a golden glow. As soon as we entered, a feeling of intense well-being washed over me, a feeli
