The windows were stain glass, with blood-red window frames. In the front there was a large courtyard with hundreds of rose bushes which grew metallic roses; they were shining in the light that was streaming down from a bunch of puffy, snow clouds. The roses flooded the courtyard with their thick perfume. The courtyard had a massive fountain in the center, with two black, twenty-foot, marble birds perched on the edges. Their beaks were spouting liquid gold, into what looked like a giant bowl, held by two hands. The ground was covered with white snow. I bent down and picked some up with my hands. It wasn’t cold. It felt like tiny, warm feathers, but it slowly melted in my hand. There were tall pillars surrounding the courtyard. They were made of massive, gold vines which grew bright red grapes on them. In between the two thickest pillars were two great golden doors. Each had a knocker on them shaped as angel wings.
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