The ceiling of the observatory was an enigma. Though they were undeniably indoors, it appeared as if the roof had dissolved, leaving nothing but the vastness of the night sky. Stars glittered in perfect clarity, far more vivid and numerous than any they had seen before. Constellations shifted and danced in slow, deliberate motions, forming patterns both familiar and alien. Nebulas of vibrant colors—violets, golds, and blues—swirled like celestial brushstrokes, while shooting stars traced graceful arcs across the sky, their tails leaving faint trails of stardust that lingered and slowly faded.
Occasionally, the group caught glimpses of celestial beings among the stars—great, luminous figures with wings of light and flowing forms, their movements deliberate yet incomprehensible. Whether they were real or illusions crafted by the magic of the room was impossible to determine.
