The room is circular, carved out of polished basalt, and around the circumference of the room is a boundary of crystalline firepits giving off faint blue flame. Distant subsonic noise thrums unsettlingly throughout the space, setting teeth on edge and putting the hair on the back of your neck on end. A brushed steel coffee table supported by an empty cage sits in the middle of the room, and beside it is an bronze chair cast from the image of one fetal, kneeling person as the seat, and one arched and contorted human form as the back and arms. A reservoir glass half-full of green, licorice-scented liquid and a silver absinthe spoon sit on the coffee table,