Magnificent it be—the pillars of emerald poised atop the prostrate marble floor.
Violet veins stretched beneath the feet of those blissful minds to dwell.
Such intrigue and by many names did its vast attractions lure;
To its radiant pillars and vibrant halls did man cling in escape of the world’s fall.
-Exert from the Grand Illusion, The Splendor of Illusion