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Strolling through an English garden, you come across a tall, ivy covered brick wall blocking your path that you don't quite remember being here the day before. You resolve to go around, but as you walk you can't help but notice that every few meters, a section of the ivy looks a bit strange, as if it's out of place. Finally, seeing that the wall seems to have no end, you decide to inspect the ivy further, and discover that behind it, there is a small door, carved in an old, dark wood. A silver knocker in the shape of a crecent moon, tarnished with time, seems to pull at you. You reach up to knock, but the door swings slowly open, and you're greeted with a refreshing blast of cold air as your eyes adjust to the dim, secret room.

The first thing you notice as you remove your shoes and step in is the floor, it's soft texture and cushion comforting your feet. The second thing you notice is blue. The carpet is a cerulean, the walls are all blue, and the inviting sofas and loveseats are all blue. The end stands and coffee tables are a dark wood, as the door was, and the fireplace's mantle is a beautifully carved, laquered mahogany.

Classical music plays softly in the background, possibly something by Vivaldi. A fire crackles in the fireplace, and you hear quiet chatter comming from around the corner.

A man of medium build with a shocking blue bowl cut greets you, takes your coat and gloves, and hangs them on a nearby coat rack, which promply sidles back to the corner it was once standing in. He invites you to sit down and make yourself comfortable. The mood lighting is subdued and comforting, and all along the walls there are prints of famous paintings, sometimes next to a photograph of a llama or two.

He offers you a drink, and you accept, gazing around the room at the television screens tastefully mounted above the soda fountain in the corner. Several people, all in very strange clothing, sit at the bar, chatting quietly.

The blue haired man sees your eyes fall upon a wooden spiral staircase, and informs you that it leads to the library, which he would be most pleased if you were to explore at your convenience.

"But how did I find this place?" you ask him, puzzled.

"You must have been at the right place with the right mind," he replied with a wry smile.