[The Twins]
[It is a lovely evening in this high-ceilinged hall; the ambiance is more that of twilight than dawn, and it flatters the Twins. Tiny white lights flicker and disappear in the air, swaying and dancing like fireflies, but to any who examine them closely, they seem to lack substance.]
[The ground gives way for what looks to be a shallow pond, the water dark and inviting in the dim light. Candles in small crystal holders have been set to float upon the surface, and low, comfortable cushions in a shimmering grey have been carefully arranged as seating. Around the pool, strange flowers have come into bloom in deep shades of blue and violet. They glow faintly in the dim light, and graceful trees cluster near the bank, bending long branches down toward the water.]