"Yes, I got to do it myself," Elaine explained, placing subtly wards around the room. Nobody should break in unless it was her uncle. His Will was powerful enough to breach them.
"Here, hold it," she beckoned her cousin as the sphere changed its size, becoming larger. It appeared like a symmetric fishbowl between Elaine's hands. Except, instead of fishes, there were two floating balls. One brown and blue and another, bigger, glowing incandescently - colors shifting from white to yellow and finally red in what takes a person to blink. There were smaller, farier lights, forever framing the sky - comets and shooting stars. "Be careful, Damien. This is a world."