Carceri D'Invenzione (XIV)

A Staircase Ascends Downwards and Brightness Falls From the Air

This space is a confusion of stairways, arches, walkways, and buttresses. The very geometry of space seems to have broken down. You can leave, but what of those who cannot leave? The moans of prisoners are heard, driven mad by the dizzying spectacle. Someone has scratched on the stone the single word: "Castrovalva".

Exits: west, south-west, south, up, north-east, down, north, north-west, east, south-east