A dim row of flaming swords might surround it.

When the soul entitled to use this throne appears, the swords might fade away and the gray cover hanging in slack folds roll back because of an inner energy and the chair might turn from gray to white, and with a subtle change of line become a throne.
The photoplay imagination which is able to impart vital individuality to furniture will not stop there.

Let the buildings emanate conscious life.
The author-producer-photographer, or one or all three, will make into a personality some place akin to the House of the Seven Gables till the ancient building dominates the fancy as it does in Hawthorne's tale.
There are various ways to bring about this result: by having its outlines waver in the twilight, by touches of phosphorescence, or by the passing of inexplicable shadows or the like.

It depends upon what might be called the genius of the building.

There is the Poe story of The Fall of the House of Usher, where with the death of the last heir the castle falls crumbling into the tarn.