Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

At the entrance, a pile of black cloaks lies – unusually comfortable, almost weightless, and cool to the touch, yet capable of isolating the wearer from both the cold and stripping them of their external individuality. Each visitor can don one for the duration of their stay.
The meager March sun, reluctantly filtering through the few narrow windows of the ancient building, provides just enough light to avoid stumbling and bumping into other visitors, but there is nothing to see here – no decorations, not even candles; the only thing adorning the gray stone is a carpet covering the entire floor, muffling the sound of footsteps. At the end of the hall is a colossal staircase leading down, its steps disappearing into the darkness.