The threshold space loaded like nothing else in the Tower's architecture.
Below the convergence floor, floors loaded with scenario parameters and threat placement and environmental mechanics. Above the convergence floor, the native-level space arrived as a navigable medium with depth and texture. The threshold space between the native-level architecture and the constellation stream's own domain did neither of those things. It simply was — present all at once, fully realized, the way a room that has existed for centuries feels when you step into it, the space carrying the weight of every previous occasion that had occurred within it without any of those occasions being visible.
