Privy to a Vision

Astra had a vision of a domed room, about twenty paces long by twenty paces wide. The dome was painted a midnight blue, and looked like the night sky. The piece representing the moon was a solid silver disc that had a diameter that was longer than Astra, in her human form, was tall. Large diamonds and rubies represented the stars. The walls were of the deep blue of lapis lazuli. In an alcove, a dozen musicians were playing soothing music on flutes, harps, and pipes. In the middle of the room, a fountain burbled, and the water gushing from it drained to some unknown place. Lining the fountain were scented candles that gave the room an other-worldly feel. There were glass windows located just below the dome. Recessed in the walls were shelves filled with books bound with expensive leather.

"So what do you think?", said the man, silently.

"You have done well for yourself," Astra replied. "I find it strange that you put a fountain in your library."

"This is not my library. This was originally a small guest room when I first built the house. It was a youthful effort, and I have since refined my art and my taste. I did not want to let this go to waste, so I added the fountain and now this room is used as a privy."

Astra was surprised that such a lavishly appointed room served that function. But she tried not to betray that she was impressed. Instead, she asked, silently, "Is this the room that you intend to place me in?"

"It is one of them. Not one of the grander ones, but it should give you an idea as to my means."

Astra replied,

1. "I want to see more."
2. "Back to my original question. What would you have me do?"