The Peacock 1844

A being very similar to Lan, they could almost be twins, appears in the doorway.  This one is robed magnificently in shining emerald green and golden yellow.  Also tall, appears a little more masculine than Lan, so I find myself thinking of him, not her, as he and not she.  His eyes are darker and his face a little more sculpted and chiseled, and his voice too has a deeper cadence as he says, "Please come with me, laying his hand on my shoulder that also emits a slight electrical charge.  He is tall, like Lan, and equally beautiful.   "I was curious about what is beyond this doorway." "Only because you are being summoned there", he says, smiling and placing his hand on my back to guide me with him. "What is your name?" "You may call me Tron." "what does it mean?"  We are now stepping into the doorway. "Instrument.  I am an instrument of grace and wisdom and discernment." "Where are you taking me?" "We will walk this corridor for a while, and then there is a sitting area for us to visit more." We seem to have just been walking a labyrinth of corridors, beautiful opulent and elegantly appointed corridors with lamps lighting our way from sconces concealed in the upper walls. The lower wells are richly panelled in wood, and in some areas the hall widens where we pass by areas furnished with upholstered brocade and velvet chairs and heavy, elegantly carved wooden tables.    All the floor is carpeted in shades of crimson and maroon.  There are tightly closed dark wooden doors in almost unending rows on our left and our right.  Finally the corridor widens and seems to end in a medium sized sitting room with sofas, chairs, tables and lamps.  Tron guides me to the three chairs surrounding a round low wooden table in the very middle.  He turns on the standing lamp and there are a half dozen or so huge books piled on top of the table.