in my youth , that chair was all perfectly preserved fabric , ornate embroidery , and polished wood , and in this dream , it still is ; it is , quite strangely , the one artifact of my old life that has been left undamaged , and i have toiled endlessly in my mind over why that must be , that this chair is the only preserved relic in the room , and to this day , i have no other reason than that there is no reason .