BACK ON THE GALLERY
As you try to pull back your hand from the crystal you feel that your body is falling. You involuntarily curl up into foetal position.
So far so good… so far so good… so far so good…21
You are standing on the catwalk corridor in front of a door inscribed Crystal Room with thin letters. Its contours fade until nothing is left of the door. But there are still four others:
Bestiarium
Word sculpting workshop
The one that says ‘Feed me’
And the one downstairs, in the middle of the glass wall