I find myself standing in the middle of a square, holding a black orchid.
I am reminded of a place I have visited in my dreams. Crumbling stone walls form a circle around me and two huge lion statues, cast from shiny black metal, stand guard beside the entrance. Colorful pennants hang regularly in stark contrast to the dark gray walls. They swirl violently, as if being attacked by a storm, yet I feel no breeze.