Pansy looked around in the meantime, having no idea what to do with herself. The room was as extraordinary as its owner—the walls were painted in burgundy colour, with multiple abstract paintings hung upon them. Upon closer inspection, some of them revealed galaxies of golden stars or planets, but most depicted sheer nonsense, nothing more. Of course, the room was equipped with other divination appliances, such as a crystal ball, with a murky violet smoke filling it to the brim, Tarot cards, rose cups and tea, sky atlases, books about divination stacked on the shelves. Pansy also recognised a sweet smell of incense coming from the small pots set on the desk.