in frazetta vision: A high-class but wonky mage tower stands like a grand, opulent masterpiece, with gleaming marble walls that shimmer in the sunlight and ornate stained-glass windows depicting ancient spells and legendary figures. Yet, despite its elegance, the entire structure leans ever so slightly, as if a mischievous enchantment has left it in a constant state of precarious balance. The tower’s spires are adorned with intricate gold filigree, but some float awkwardly above the structure, hovering at strange angles, while balconies jut out unevenly, their fine velvet cushions and porcelain teacups teetering dangerously on the edge. Inside, the chambers are lavishly furnished with plush velvet armchairs, crystal chandeliers, and antique bookshelves filled with rare tomes, but the magic here has its quirks--doors occasionally swing open to reveal entirely different rooms than intended, and spiral staircases twist in bizarre, disorienting loops that sometimes lead to nowhere. Rich tapestries hang on walls that curve in slightly odd ways, and floating candles provide warm, flickering light, though a few hover just a bit too close to the ceiling, as if they too are caught up in the tower’s wonky charm. The air hums with magic, a sense of elegance mixed with delightful unpredictability, where luxury and oddity coexist in a delicate, enchanted dance.