The ceiling's starry mural shifts, stars moving and disappearing, revealing a face in the darkness.
genealogicalspatial disorientation
It begins
You gaze up at the observatory's vast, painted dome, stars axonal cling to their fixed patterns. Suddenly, a once-familiar constellation flickers, wavers, and bursts apart, the horrid face of an old man grinning down at you.
Who and what is in here
The Observatory SkyMr. Hargrove's PortraitOrreryThe Library of Shadows