[spirit_queen]

Cecilia put on a brave face and entered the center building, the talest of them all.

Inside, it was incredibly dusty, and, yet, the old lobby was remarkably intact. Oh, sure, the plants had long since died, and the cushions on the couches and lounges were a bit moth-eaten, but it was otherwise more than passable. It had charming black marble floors, towering columns -only a few had since toppled- some sort of empty fountain, and birds flitted to and fro.