is paved with old coats. Layer after layer of fine corduroy and felt and wool the colors of coffee and ink. Those having business here must navigate with pole and gondola, ever so gently thrusting aside the sleeves and lapels and weedy ties, fluttering like seaweed, lurching as though some unlunar tide compelled them. The gondolas are rimmed in balsam and velvet, and scissors are provided in case of sudden disaster, tucked neatly beneath the pilot's seat.
The Research Diary of Daedela Seraph, Ph.D.
Here in lies the research, notes, and workings of Dr. Daedela Seraph, collector of antiques, clockworks, mechanics, automatons, and gizmos.
Researcher, Inventor, and all-around Tinker.