Tower protecting the enclosure
The acces was hidden by the mesmerizing reflection of the stone. Inside, Strelka found herself lost in the infinite abacus of symbols. The endless repetition left her breathless. Nevertheless, she caught some sort of intelligence behind that kind of three-dimensional text. The floor was decorated with an evocative pattern, informing about the logic that structures the role of each floor of the ziggurat. No lights, except for a fluorescent path of little dots floating at mid-height. Strelka followed it, blindly.