[WING 3: THE COSMIC HORROR][CURRENT SANITY: 80%][GEOMETRY: NON-EUCLIDEAN]
Gravity is a suggestion, not a law.
Elara Vance fell upward. She landed on a bookshelf that was somehow also the ceiling. She groaned, pushing herself up, and looked down (or up?) at her team.
They were scattered across The Library of Eyes.
It was a room that defied physics. Staircases led to nowhere. Bookshelves twisted like DNA strands. The windows looked out not onto the gloomy grounds, but into a swirling vortex of purple nebulas and blinking eyes.
"I hate this," Kaelen Thorne gagged, holding his stomach. He was clinging to a chandelier that was growing out of the floor. "Which way is down? My inner ear is screaming."
"Down is relative," Li Wusheng stated.
Li was standing perfectly upright on a wall, his hands clasped behind his back. His Butler outfit was pristine. He looked at the chaos with the disdain of a mathematician looking at a wrong equation.
