Space was lull, and time was slow.
A decay of bore crumple over the atmosphere, leaving only a dull breath to be inhaled. Moments drizzled into hours as patience dwindled into slumber. The corridors were riddle with sparse steps, and fewer chirps of life. Only silence accompanied the wheeze of the ventilation shafts sending their artificial breeze through the desolate halls.
Bleak outfitted the room. Sense of hopelessness captured the numerous portraits and illustrations that attempted to define the quarters. Drab seats furnished the waiting chambers, occupied with a dull, meaningless droid behind a counter. At times some visitors felt the counter was only a barricade to rebut an onslaught on the purposeless droid.
Dreary painting coated the wall. Vanilla hue and ceamy splashed into a distorted color that was more somber than enlightening. For the most part, the room was a complete mistake on every part. Any interior designer that would even wish to claim the product was completely out of their mind.
Amidst all the vapid ridiculousness sat one. Pressed in the dull armchair, he linger in bide. Leaned against the polished arms, his blue and silver mixture slowly concealed behind the droop of his lids. A daze washed his being, and discomfort rattled his demeanor. Held up by his hand, he rested his chin as he wished for respite.
Hours had passed since his entrance, but without an appointment there was no chance he would be taken as a priority. Such behavior disturbed him initally...but initials had long past and he could care less. All he wanted now was some slumber in the somber room.
He wouldn't get it...
"Is a Jehkran Dmath here? Jehkran?"
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