The eye-defeating flash of a successful transit spell fades into the sulfurous glow of fire from the Wolfram & Hart lobby.
Inside the lobby, the emergency sprinkler system is finally going, and fire alarms begin blaring a belated and desperate warning. The remains of the fallen tree are scattered across the room, charred and smoldering around the edges. Most of the velvet ribbon swags have been torn down and are burning with a sickly pale flame, already starting to die under the artificial rain.
Buried under one of them is a piece of melted plastic that used to be a holiday ornament: the words Y UR NEMIES BUR are still visible on its crumpled surface.
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Inside the lobby, the emergency sprinkler system is finally going, and fire alarms begin blaring a belated and desperate warning. The remains of the fallen tree are scattered across the room, charred and smoldering around the edges. Most of the velvet ribbon swags have been torn down and are burning with a sickly pale flame, already starting to die under the artificial rain.
Buried under one of them is a piece of melted plastic that used to be a holiday ornament: the words Y UR NEMIES BUR are still visible on its crumpled surface.