TSRKT Log 0.0.9 — “Rooms That Do Not Belong”
"Some spaces are made. Others are permitted to exist."

A Room of Seemingly No Purpose
In the far reaches, a chamber has appeared with a floor of perfect black-and-white tiles. Nothing grows there. Nothing stirs. Yet the air carries the faint scent of dust and metal, as though countless objects have been moved in and out of the space when no one was looking. Those who linger swear they hear the soft scrape of something sliding into place—though the room remains bare. For now.

The First Marks of Recognition
Three sigils of accomplishment have been etched into the hidden ledgers. They appear in answer to certain deeds, though the means remain obscured. The Watchers insist more are being prepared.

Adjustments for Those Who Wander
A new mechanism now allows dwellers to adjust the speed of their own gaze, choose whether the outer veil should ripple in perfect synchrony, and—should they wish—wipe their presence from the record entirely.