The first memory reached its witness plate with the sound of a woman laughing, the spill from her cup finally running across the whole remembered table before the image settled into the waiting surface.
Hajin held his blades clear of it.
Vella followed the next margin along Didi's frozen wrapper, easing the record onto its own plate while Sava slid the first into a padded carrier.
"Northern route," the clerk called.
Rumi let that prepared road carry the first loaded carrier toward the receiving stone beyond the stair, keeping the other two ready without asking either to take weight.
A waiting attendant drew the carrier clear before Rumi admitted the next.
Inside the smaller boundary, Nari stood with both feet fixed beside the black seams, watching their four exposed openings strain against No Exit.
Ferra glanced at the hourglass.
"Twelve seconds."
