In an expansive room whose walls were a deep charcoal black, while the ceiling gave the impression of clear obsidian, though within it swirled a continuously shifting darkness.
The dim light that filled the chamber came from four dark globes, each held in the twisted embrace of tree-like branches that grew out from the corners of the chamber.
At the far right, before a tall mirror, a man of tall stature stood. His raven-black hair reached his broad shoulders, and his pitch-black eyes, which appeared emotionless, silently examined his attire.
He wore a four-piece suit. A pitch-black shirt, a simple tie lined with silver threads running straight as starlight, matching black trousers, a black vest, and finally, a long overcoat that reached his knees.
Its lapels shimmered faintly, cloaked in spiraling tendrils of silver woven into the fabric, shaping constellations that seemed to shift if one looked too long.
