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Sitting at a deserted table, I look around the foreign, low light room. The candle lit tables are covered with spectacular foods and eloquent dining ware. A lure of buttered rolls and sweet spices arouse my senses. Gazing up, I rapture at the tall remarkable architecture. Much work had gone into this gaudy looking ceiling with distinguishable rib vaults yet I imagine it is hardly noticed. I clutched my pocket watch and dreadfully gape at the long black stick pointing south. Closing my heavy eyelids, a flow of power beats within my tense bones at a melodious pace. It was time and I was not ready. Slightly moving my chair, I eased away from the table and walked towards the impressive window. Through the large, dark glass, I could see couples holding hands and laughing as they delicately glided in unison down the lamp lit street. Frantically recalling the information I had worked so hard to remember, I could sense the inevitable event.