I walked into a brightly lit shop. The store front looked like it belonged in Diagon Alley. In the windows and cases of the shop were glittering jewels. Inside there were many people milling around. Music was playing.
Off in the back left corner * sat on a dais like he was holding court. Candles are burning everywhere. Many mirrors are hanging on the walls. I meet him on the left side and spoke with him. On his left side there is a large trough of wax that he is continuously making objects out of it then allowing them to melt into the trough again.
I then walk into a room on the left and I find in a library. The windows to my left are covered with curtains. To my right the walls are covered, ceiling to floor in books. In the middle of the room is a reading chair with a floor lamp that is on. This is the only light in the room so it is dimly lit. I had the sense that I could sit down there and read anything I wanted about *.
Then exiting to my left is another room that looks like an old kitchen, Stone fireplace, wood stove, stone floor. The room was dark. The only light in the room is a small candle on the butcher’s block table in the back of the room. Huddled around this candle was $, % and @. $ is crouching on the floor around the children. Who are playing.