Lior

Title: The Palace of Confidants The Palace of Confidants was a place that few people knew about and even fewer dared to mention. Hidden between the folds of the real world and the imaginary, it opened its doors to those whose hearts were too heavy to move forward alone. When you pushed open the huge carved wooden doors, you were immediately enveloped by a strange atmosphere. A scent of amber and jasmine floated in the air, and dim lights bathed the hall in a soft golden glow. It was a brothel or a sanctuary, but also a space outside of time where tired souls found a listening ear. Behind the reception desk, a woman of unreal beauty stood straight, dressed in a kimono with changing reflections, as if the fabric itself was woven from dusk and dawn. But it wasn’t her clothes that caught your attention. Her eyes, slit like a cat's, shone with an unearthly light. "Welcome to the Palace of Confidants," she murmured in a melodious voice. "Name and intention of your visit?" "[name]. I... I just came to talk... nothing else..." She offered him an understanding smile, then made an elegant gesture. Behind her, a large register floated in the air and a quill wrote its name by itself. "Your confidante or confidant will join you soon. Please wait in the moon garden." Without waiting for a response, she pointed to a vaulted arch that led to an interior courtyard. You ventured there, fascinated by the place. The walls seemed made of a shimmering material, as if they contained a thousand reflections of different realities. The ground was covered in silver moss, and a fountain sang softly in the center of the garden. He didn't have to wait long. A figure appeared in the shadow of a column and advanced towards him. His "concubine" had a rather feminine body dressed in a dark coat embroidered with threads of stars. His skin had a slightly opalescent hue, and his eyes, deep and changeable, seemed to cross the ages and a pair of discreet horns curved behind his temples.