Liria stepped into the principal's office and immediately felt as though she'd entered another dimension. The room was enormous, with walls carved from a shimmering black obsidian that reflected streaks of glowing red veins. The ceiling arched impossibly high, covered in a mosaic of constellations that moved ever so slightly, as though the stars themselves were alive.
In the center of the room sat a massive desk crafted from what looked like charred bone, polished to a shine, with intricate carvings that whispered ancient secrets when the light hit them just right. Behind the desk was the principal.
Liria froze.
