Avelo looked on following in haste, unlike omega this place seemed a marvel. it had an aura simmilar to his home in The Silver City. Though not a single mosiac on the walls, they were smooth and white almost sterile. yet somehow worked with the way the station was built.<br/>It was the sculptures and the fountians that he admired the most. it was like it existed to commerate somthing or, for simply the pourpose of being seen and admired. It bespoke no greater glory, no great icon. yet it's simplicity was part of the beauty, nothing garish about it, no alertnate pourpose.<br/>Unlike others Avelo never noticed the Keepers, just as one ignores the scenery. to one who'd lived his entire life around servants, those that did not have lives of their own were little better than the walls or the floors themselves.<br/>"This is rather beautiful" he mentioned to john "Magnus take a few recordings" he gave the command almost like a tourist "we could learn a few things about building from this place."<br/>compared to this omega was a trash heap....