BACK ON THE GALLERY
You are in the corridor. The door of the Word Sculpting Workshop is disappearing in front of you, melting into the wooden panelling on the wall.
You look down at yourself, and realize your body is now completely different than it was before you entered that room. But your clothes hold the memory of the workshop: every pocket, every crease hides the fine white dust of the marbles from inside.
You can look around a bit further here, if you’d like. Visit the Bestiarium, the Crystal Room or go to the door that says ‘Feed me’...
Or just decide to leave this place through the door on the glass wall downstairs and look for somewhere to rest.