Alita's room was painted a deep purple, with silver patterns curling along the walls like whispers of old magic. Paintings and sketches of flowers and strange creatures covered one side—remnants of a childhood she had left behind when she turned eighteen. She used to love painting, but somewhere along the way, she had stopped.
Shelves overflowing with ancient spell books and tiny glass vials of herbs framed a large, circular window. Soft gossamer fabric draped over it, allowing just enough sunlight to spill in and illuminate every corner of the room.A thick, woven brown rug covered the wooden floor, its star-shaped design slightly faded from years of use.