- Yes! - whispered Eric with passion.

Before my eyes was a corridor lined with light slabs of an unknown material, in which, flickering, a dim light flashed. The shape at the aisle resembled an irregular hexagon: a gray floor, a “diverging” half of the wall the color of wet sand, and a “converging” half of the same tone, only lighter, the ceiling is cream and along it are clearly techno-magic lamps burning through one, and in some places even through two. I have already learned to distinguish this type of magic. To the right and to the left there were five dark brown doors with bronze handles turned green...