The Luminous Hollow of the Dying Star A grand glass-domed ballroom, its ceiling cracked and revealing the remnants of a fading supernova, bathing the space in shifting golden and crimson hues. The floor is liquid obsidian, reflecting the swirling cosmos above. Twisted brass vines, embedded with glowing sapphire gemstones, coil around floating platforms, where dancers appear weightless. The air smells of burnt ozone, molten metal, and the final breath of an ancient celestial being.