A wisp of mist blew outside the door, the mist was chilling yet inviting, behind the door lay a red wooden chair, cotton inside the red fabric of the comfortable looking seat, in front of the chair stood a pedestal that was carrying a huge book, the book opened itself and turned it's pages swiftly, stopping at a page, the pedestal was bent toward the chair so only a man behind or in the chair could read the book that lay there, the rest of the small room was grey silver, the only thing that attracted the eye being the red chair, white pedestal, and book.