Amid the twinkling spirit flowers, the colorful painted door seemed like it had been sprinkled with blue fluorescent powder, appearing like the entrance to an exclusive night house party for fashionistas. 

The door opened, revealing a wide tree branch that looked like a runway stage, lined on both sides with shining spirit flowers. The place was filled with artistic romance. At the end of the stage was an exquisite dining table, laid with equally exquisite silver cutlery as though everything had been prepared for me.

I’d become the only guest in the palace, in the artistic city.

A small round table stood covered by a white table cloth, on top of which was a slender vase holding a single spirit flower. Dim...