The lit floor pulled against North's last shoulder plate.
Its clamp had crossed the closing road without a body answer. Two local braces still touched fixed yard stone beneath the room, but the moving shoulder lifted its outer edge higher with every breath.
White lamps showed the same covered cart and wound-spring lever.
The lever moved down. The cart rolled six centimeters. The lever returned.
Farah sent a fresh pattern after the shared pump had stopped: one long lamp cover, two short covers, then no light change for five counts.
The room repeated its old three motions.
Irik changed the camera angle. No hand occupied the lever. No foot crossed the floor seam. No breath moved the hanging dust, and no shadow broke behind the covered cart.
"Equipment force remains current," she said. "A person does not."
