Somewhere in a void floats a complicated ivory tower, comfortably suspended in the seemingly endless deep purple fog. Six intricate crystalline constructs float around its base, something like pale golden lightning jumps from one to another, lingering briefly inside, before passing to the next to continue the circuit. Lush green vines cling to its walls, politely growing away from the various windows on each level of the tower. Several smaller towers float at different levels alongside the larger structure, connected by solid looking bridges.
At the top of the main tower, in the modest living section devoted to the tower's wizard, a woman sits in her kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and petting a cat in her lap. Approximately nothing else about the scene is normal. The kitchen is both pretty and tidy, but filled with strange contraptions. Several of the contraptions do not obey gravity; several more glow. Recently used dishes are busily washing themselves in the sink, a small floating globe makes rounds throughout the kitchen, spritzing various potted plants with water. The cat is a strange shade of stormy grey-blue, and is decorated with faintly glowing silver stripes. While the woman isn't as overtly weird as the rest of her kitchen, mundanely reading through her morning mail, occasionally she casually tosses a letter aside to be completely incinerated in brilliant blue fire.
