Chapter 27
- Xander Jade
- Feb 21
- 8 min read
The room’s architecture was designed for both spectacle and paranoia—a cruciform vault suspended within the heart of the installation, every surface tuned to scatter light but absorb sound, every line calculated to force attention toward the center. Here, the air shimmered with holographic overlays that danced above the black glass table, casting subtle reflections in the silver filaments of the walls. At the moment, the only illumination was the pale, icy blue of the projection grid, spinning out a genealogy of Lumen bloodlines with the regularity of a clockwork dream.
