The Astral Attic
High in the attic of an old, forgotten tower, a celestial reading nook rests beneath a domed glass ceiling. The night sky spills into the room, constellations shifting and glowing as if the stars themselves have gathered to listen to the stories within. Shelves carved from moonstone hold ancient scrolls and gilded books, their covers embossed with constellations that shift when touched. A nest of velvet cushions and knitted blankets sprawls across the floor, illuminated by floating orbs of silver light. Here, beneath the eternal expanse of the cosmos, stories feel like spells, and reality fades into the realm of dreams.