Reaching the end of the road, he entered the bathhouse, its interior exuding luxury at every turn.
The blue crystals embedded in the dome filtered the noonday sun into liquid amber, draping over thirty-seven porphyry columns, weaving a flowing veil in the incense-laden mist.
The peacock-blue glazed ceramic dome, supported by a triptych arcade, pierced the evening mist, while the bronze bells hanging from the eaves jingled softly. An ivory statue of the Goddess of Victory held a gilded olive branch, but her wings were transformed into aqueduct diverters. Twelve bronze eagle-headed spouts continuously gushed clear water and hot steam day and night, offering a comfortable ambiance.
