October 21st, 6 a.m.
There is so much...chatter in this place. The tourists, of course, and the guests, but there is a current running beneath all of it. Last words, desperate prayers, the crying of the desperately afraid. It only makes sense, in a place that has stood for so long. Over 100 souls died near here, and some have not moved on. By and large a melancholy lot, but I think that's to be expected.
Old man talking to thin air, that's what the guards think. Hmph. There's always something there, if you know where to look.