Hajin reached the upper gallery while Juna crossed its outer rail with both Wings closed. Six white-gold survey shells ran ahead of her across separate slopes of the western archive roof.
Their hooked rods entered tile seams wherever the old ward lines met. Each contact copied another structural angle into the blank faces beneath their smooth hoods.
Juna landed upon the highest ridge and followed the paths branching through scent, vibration, plus reflected sunlight. She ignored the nearest construct when its route passed above an occupied preservation room.
Two archive porters waited beneath those eaves with a document cart between them. Three lamp attendants occupied the adjoining passage, while copy clerks still crossed the covered eastern bridge.
"Stay below the roof stone and close every outer shutter." Juna called through the roof vent while keeping her claws clear of the tile joints.
"Nothing climbs out until I clear the light above you."
