Level Twelve: The Breathing Halls - Entry
Inhale.
The corridor expanded—walls stretching outward—creak-groan-STRETCH—like lungs filling with air. The floor beneath Yoo's asymmetric feet swelled upward—rise-bulge-pulse—creating hills that hadn't existed a second ago.
Exhale.
Everything contracted—squeeze-compress-SHRINK—walls closing inward until Yoo could touch both sides by extending his arms (the seven-year-old right hand reached farther than the two-year-old left). The ceiling dropped—descend-press-LOWER—until he had to duck.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
The entire level was breathing.
"This is deeply unsettling," Han muttered, hand on her blade as the floor pulsed beneath her boots—rise-fall-rise-fall—like walking on the chest of a sleeping giant.
Corvus looked green—pale-nauseous—one hand pressed to the wall for balance as it expanded and contracted. "The—urp—the rhythm is—gag—making me—"
