A shroud of mist obscures the vision, but when it slowly parts, a warm golden glow illuminates a floor and ceiling of white, fluffy clouds, softer than silk on the skin and delightfully buoyant, water droplets somehow not sticking to skin despite feeling wet to the touch. The circle of fluffy, dense clouds extends to about ten meters in diameter, all told, and then drops off to an empty, golden sky. It is advised one does not fall off the edge - for it seems to lead nowhere.

Marble pillars veined with gold occasionally protrude through the clouds, their facades elegantly carved into the likenesses of cherubs at the architrave and base. In the middle of this circle of clouds is a marble table, upon which rests one golden chalice, filled with a clear, but deliciously sweet liquid that seems to not only feed the mind, but soothe the soul as well.

[For your Traveler's initial introduction to Synodiporia with Judgement, please go here.]