[when you do, you are in a pile of cushions on a rug, in the Arena, with a canopy made of more rugs covers you. on a small table nearby, there is an oil brazier. it is dark, beyond the throne and the brazer, and you can hear a faint rumbling every now and then.
on the throne, is the statue of a young woman, clothed in drapes of fabric, with one translucent one on top of the rest, veiling her from head to toe. she holds a harp in her hands. you can hear the faint strains of something in the night, if you listen.
at her feet stands a shadow. if you look at it for more then a few moments, there is a sense of deja-vu there, but you can't quite pin where it comes from.