The grand venue for the Brave and Brightest Medicine Practices exhibition stood tall like a shining beacon smack in the heart of Geneva, a massive convention center snuggled right up to the lake's edge, its huge glass walls throwing back the crisp blue sky and the dancing sparkles on the water like a giant living mirror.
The building looked like a dream from the future, with smooth curved steel beams sweeping up graceful like the bones of some elegant bird, windows stretching from the ground clear to the roof, letting floods of sunlight pour in so the inside felt open, bright, and full of promise.
Outside, lush green gardens wrapped around the whole thing, dotted with neat sculptures, twisted forms of people linking arms or reaching out, all standing for healing, hope, and fresh ways to fix what was broken.
