The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,The visions in their eyes were constantly shifting, sometimes transforming into a hell that consumed them, and other times becoming beautiful scenery that beguiled their minds.,Antanas' fingertips flickered with pale blue light, constructing a transparent barrier that enveloped her and Sinola, deflecting the celestial disasters of the illusion one by one.。