The forest came indoors and brought winter with it.
Frosted trees lined the entrance, blue and white, and walking through felt like stepping into something that existed just beyond the edge of a dream. Overhead, florals draped thick across the ceiling, chandeliers warm among them, the cold and the light finding a way to belong together.
The floors gave everything back doubled. The stage held snow-dusted foliage and soft floral clusters around arched structures, velvet and gold sitting easy among the branches.
The whole room stayed cool and still, the way a forest does just before something beautiful happens.
