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