The suffocating dark of the previous floors gave way to a softer, yet equally disconcerting, half-light. The trio found themselves enveloped in a twilight haze, where everything was washed in muted blues and grays. Ghostly tendrils of illumination, almost organic in nature, slithered across the floor, making the very ground they tread upon seem alive. The hush of this dim expanse bore down on them, filling the air with tension.
'Is this natural, or another trick of the tower?' Johan wondered, narrowing his eyes to catch any irregularity.
Ken murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "This place... It's like being caught between day and night."
