Crossing inside didn't feel like entering a normal room. The change was clear, even if nothing dramatic happened. The light from outside became dull, not because anything blocked it, but because the inside absorbed it. The air felt slightly heavier, and breathing had a faint resistance, like the space worked differently.
The path ahead stretched forward in a wide slope. The ground was smooth, but not in a natural way. It looked shaped on purpose. Thin glowing lines ran along the floor and walls, forming patterns that didn't seem random. They followed some kind of order, even if it wasn't easy to understand.
