The basement is evenly constructed of an odd, glossy stone that forms when you order silty loam and a few feet of old marble to compress itself into a layer of uniform material. Originally, it was a sort of muddy brown; now, however, it's raincloud-grey, coincidentally* very close to the color of Mark's eyes. The ceiling has a soft white glow like moonlight, and there are, inexplicably, transparent windows along the walls looking out into the dirt.

*Not coincidentally.

Ari shuffles his feet slightly. "How d'you like it?"