The gallery wasn't a place Timore haunted often. The pictures and mosaics lining stately walls were rarely of interest to him. How could they be when he walked the mind's sleepers plucking from them tiny kernels that he wove into tapestries a thousand times over? Yet on rare occasions, he did visit perhaps on the hunt for inspiration or those who unknowingly sought the same.
He'd never met Robin in person, but Timore had an ear for voices and hers had been heard often over the wisps. Human then. He chuckled at her awe and knew it to be slightly unfair, yet the concept of unfair was a universal truth whether or not one walked the crowded streets of L.A. or the endless corridors of the Starlight Palace.
"You should be careful. Some of those works will drag you inside." Like a siren or the fabled djinn. Everything at the Starlight Palace came with a price.