The wall of the obelisk felt like solid air, slightly pushing against me.
I stopped and tried grasping it, but just like air – no matter how solid – it slid through my fingers. "Hmm." I moved on.
The interior of the building was bright and spacious. The room we came into had the same blue-ish material from the outside, covered in engravings with all the colors of the rainbow in gradients which illuminated the space. The ceiling was around five meters above us, and no chandeliers hung from it as I had gotten used to see. The walls had no windows. Instead, paintings showing all kinds of landscapes hung on them.
