The Bath was not a tub. It was a Roman-style pool, black marble, filled not with water but with a viscous, silver-grey liquid that moved against gravity—rippling up the walls in slow, spiraling petals. It smelled of ozone and bitter almonds. And it was listening .
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The door shut. The hallway vanished. Arden felt his adult body dissolve into the silver-grey bath, molecule by molecule, until he was only a voice in a room that no longer remembered his name. The Bath was not a tub
He stood. Walked through the archway.