He opened the door with his left hand, his right is currently holding on to my elbow as gently as he can in the big robe he's putting on. Something that seem like a burden to him, but since he isn't complaining, I think I can do the same.
The outside paint isn't like the one inside. The walls are painted a colour I've not seen before, neither knew it exists.
The painting have different shades in it. In one particular angle, you'll think it's blue, but on closer inspection you see it's red.
Taking two steps to the right, you'll be convinced it's green. More steps, you'll be too smug thinking it's orange. Don't even start me up on the indigo colour it gives when you move really closer to it.
It seems it's more like the more styles you change, the more the colours change to suit you kind
