Debby Miller
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Piped music embraced her as she entered the room. Filtered light reflected off the three large panes that surrounded her. She glanced around, the room was surprisingly spacious and completely void of furniture. She stared up, she could not see the ceiling in the dimly lit room, it must have been painted black. The faint murmurs of other occupants quietly broke through the music, not an intrusion but an underlying melody of sounds echoing around the comforting space. The room was tinged with hints of blue and green breaking through the dullness, occasionally a refraction of other colours would show as the movement within the glass toyed with the brightness, sending dust motes dancing across the vista on short lived beams of light.
By Debby Miller3 years ago in Humans
