The inside of Ark's tent was far larger than it appeared from the outside. The moment Alexander stepped past the cloth entrance, the feeling of space changed in a way he could not properly explain.
From the outside, the tent should have barely been large enough to hold a small table and a few chairs, yet the interior stretched far beyond what should have been possible.
The ceiling was higher than expected, the cloth walls extending outward in gentle curves that made the space feel more like a small room than a tent.
The air itself felt different, heavier somehow, as if the moment they entered, they had stepped into a place separated from the rest of the world.
Soft candlelight illuminated the space, casting long shadows across cloth-covered walls. Shelves lined the interior, each one filled with strange objects that looked as if they had been gathered from every corner of the world.
