The upper level was almost as dark as the rest of the wall, however, there was light coming from somewhere above. It wasn't sunlight, it was more silver than gold. No, it was something else. When she looked up to see what it was, Lora was instead caught by a floor above her. It was clear like a window and had many pieces of furniture plastered upon it, unlike where Lora was now. There was even a couch, which unlike all the other furniture was not turned over. Flowerpots were scattered, lamps were crushed, tables were smashed, and yet not only was the couch the lone survivor, but the floor didn't even have a scratch on it. Lora soon broke her gaze on the next level, but then felt a chill. She had saw something before she looked away. When she looked back, the couch was flipped and torn. The floor decayed and filled with holes. A bit of it's glass surface even fell, coming close to cutting Lora's head. She jumped back and nervously began to walk forward, realizing the other way was a dead end. Eventually she began walking faster and faster, but she still couldn't find a door or stairs. She wasn't in a loop, the furniture above kept changing, she just had to keep walking. But for how long? The path seemed to go on forever.
