Xe took her around the internal cylinder, which continued to be doorless as they wound around. Viktor stopped at one point and crouched to the floor. Xe placed a hand to the ground, and Junelight felt a twinge of Artwork lance out. A large, square portion of the floor lit up, a dull pink. It began to sink.
She watched, somewhat fascinated, as parts of the square stopped and others kept going. A staircase formed.
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