The Leaves of Leisure
Part 1: Grand Hall
When Sarah first stepped into the Grand Hall it gave her a feeling of vertigo. She had never been in such a luxurious establishment. The fanciest place she had ever set foot in before was her neighbor Reveht's home. But his humble abode simply paled in comparison to the likes of the Grand Hall.
The entire room was lit up with it's occupants unequivocally vibrant with an attitude of irreverence towards lucidity, bathing in white light that soaked into every fantastical aspect of the room. It began leading her soft green eyes every which way.
Sarah quickly found herself following the walls which were draped in smooth red satin clothe, patterned in such a way that Sarah's wondering eyes were immediately brought to the most tantalizing paintings of nobility she had ever marveled at.
Sarah stopped in her tracks with a skipped heart beat bringing a familiar feeling of emptiness. She stood breathless, all too aware of the storm coming, as the calm before it quickly dissipated.
Because, while at first, the splendor of the Grand Hall was a more than welcome change from the darkness outside, it just couldn't remain so flawless and dreamlike for Sarah.
"I'm not ready for this." Sarah thought to herself.
At least that became clear during the rapid climax of the storm, which took shape as a blistering razorblade-fueled migraine as the once euphoric scene of the Grand Hall became the dim sight of it's marble floors and then, like the flick of a switch, darkness enveloped everything as Sarah became unconscious.