inspect the effervescent décor with such vigour that one might think I was a child in a sweet shop. It
wasn’t just the ceiling that had me pinching myself – all around me, emblems of prestige and pieces
of history that revealed themselves to me as tomes of all shapes, sizes and contents. The chandeliers
seemed to act as spotlights on the unknown, beckoning me to open them and be forever changed.
I ran my fingers over one such book, the spine engraved with winding grooves peppered with gold.
The title, ‘The Last Dream’, sung to me as I beamed. My last dream had been accomplished, and I felt
powerful. Unshakeable. Invincible.