exploring the pavilion
i explored one of the wings of the pavilion the other day. it was an inconspicuous alcove, that turned out to be a corridor curving around and downward, as though it were descending into the cellar, but then opened into a small, octagonal room with a high ceiling.
there was a small oculus up there, mostly obscured by the weedy tendrils creeping in, but still letting the light through in slivers. the floor had been overtaken by stickyweed.
echoing down the corridor and off the walls, i could hear the rest of you talking and moving about.