Between those layers upon layers of winding staircases, behind one ancient door after another, countless solemn and magnificent floors were piled up in the depths of the silent towers; the Dim Court stood upon the earth like stacks of heavy tomes, and every one of its levels seemed to be a miniature reflection of the Violet Kingdom's ancient, distant, and secret memories. The further one went into the deepest parts of these floors, the more oppressive that sense of ancient secrecy became—until one crossed the lowest level and stepped into the underground structure of the Dim Royal Court, where the towers still continued to extend downward into the depths. In those underground floors, everything that could represent a "modern" air had finally vanished completely, leaving only grotesque Magic creations of unknown age operating in its depths, watching over things so ancient that they should perhaps never again be spoken of.
