Marlen Massey paused, considering the arrangement. The final candle was placed, its light reflecting in the frost-like decorations. She smoothed the skirt of her gown, a small smile playing on her lips as she surveyed the room. It wasn't quite finished, but it felt right. A quiet satisfaction settled over her; this year’s display would be something special. The windows glowed with color, and the obsidian tree stood tall, its sharp points softened by candlelight. She hoped they would appreciate the… effect.