Month post-merge, the stronghold looked the same from the outside and felt completely different from the inside. The dimensional overlay did that everywhere now—same walls, same rooms, same furniture, but at certain angles you could catch the ghost of adjacent realities shimmering at the room's edges. Most of the alliance had learned not to look at those angles. The ones who couldn't stop looking were in Morgana's care with new psychological frameworks she was inventing daily because nobody had written protocols for this before. There were no protocols. There was only what you built while the thing was happening.
