Thick curtains hung over the large lounge window, dusty and moth-eaten. Wind howled through breaks in the glass, causing the velvety red curtains to move slightly, sending shards of bright light around the room.
Yellow walls, green furniture and a black and white marbled floor reflected some of the light once again, as did the old mirrors on every wall.
Prisms of rainbow-coloured light danced, streaking across whatever surface they could find. Some stretched long and thin, brilliant blues and purples visible. Others became solid white spheres.
Some light orbs floated freely around the room, reveling in their kaleidoscopic paradise.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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