We explore the tracks in the dust. Most are too smudged to say much, but it's clear that many people were there on different occasions. Most tracks create a path between the entrance and one of the two rooms on the other side of the hall.
Others, much older ones, show their creators' interest in the machinery on the walls—or maybe in tapestries. But I bet on the machinery.
Finally, I and Zeke explore the other doors. The time flow changed behind each of them. Behind one time is slightly slower than in the great hall, and the room itself appears to be an old storage of sorts—boring. But the other one…
I sense the change in the time flow even before we approach it. Zeke feels something, too, because he tenses. We hear muffled sounds of voices from the inside—strangely familiar voices. But a second later, Zeke shakes his head and relaxes.
