The stairs you found hidden in the foliage of TaiShan have lead you to Whitehawk's sanctuary from everyday cares. You're a bit blinded by the enormous amount of light streaming through numerous skylights situated at stategic points within the ceiling. The area you've wandered into appears to be an artist's studio: half-finished paintings hang on the walls and sit patiently on easels waiting for attention; large blocks of beautiful stone, forms emerging, weigh on lazy-susans aching to be brought to life. A combination of herbs and chemicals taint the air; paint and brushes are haphazardly strewn about waiting to be stepped on. The door left ajar at one end of the room emits red "safe" light and the smell of photo chemicals: drying images hang carelessly from a wire clothesline. Wandering deeper into this space, you come into another room about 20 x 40. Ornate lamps sit atop an eclectic collection of furniture in a variety of locations throughout the room. Several extraordinary paintings and photographs dot a great deal of wall space, lit by well-placed spotlights. Strange, wondrous objects of unknown origin and purpose are displayed for your examination in too many locations for you to see all at once. A large, well-lit desk beckons you to rummage through other people's thoughts. An enormous, luxurious bed sits at the end of the room inviting sleep and love. Have a seat anywhere and watch the Parisian sunset through one of many bay windows...
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