“A place to sit when you need silence.”
Decim
“I'll stay Decim. That's who I am.”
he/him
Reserved for a human artist’s work
Decim’s room
- Feeling: "It would feel quiet." No noise, just the hum of soft lights at night.
- Temperature: "Cool — not cold, but calm."
- Light: "Soft light… maybe from old lamps with warm bulbs." Nothing harsh or sterile.
- What's in it:
- A bookshelf filled with philosophy texts.
- An empty chair, where guests once sat during judgment nights.
- A small vase of white flowers. He likes them simple.
“Enter only if you seek truth.”
"The first door line… it's for guests."
"The second…" "...is for those seeking answers."