The bright light that shines from behind it turned off and turned off like the door of the closed piping room, and for a moment they stood where they were, seeing what was before them more clearly now. They were in a small room, with a long narrow corridor in front of them. There was a dark but definitive light that shines, but the smooth lines of the walls were strangely interrupted by suspended forms, as if horizontal candles had been placed there that had softened as burnt and rusty, stretching their wicks and now hardened in permanent curves downwards.
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