Re: [Murals]
[The moment your fingers touch the cool, slick tiles you feel a sense of vertigo as your mind slips into a dreamlike state. Images and knowledge rush past you, leaving behind flashes, impressions and lingering convictions.
In the rush you make out: The soft sound of a reptile’s scales on stone. Your sub unit was once great keepers of knowledge. A vague passing concept of infinity... not something stretching forever, but the concept of being able to move relentlessly forward without change.
You return to yourself with an odd, instilled feeling of pride and resolution.]