Nothing sucks seeds, like excess
The bright light waved from behind and was extinguished as the door closed to the pipe room, and for a moment they stood where they stood, now seeing more clearly what was before them. They were in a small room, with a long narrow corridor right in front of them. There was a dim but clear light shining down, but the smooth lines of the walls were strangely interrupted by hanging shapes, as if horizontal candles were set there that were softened as they burned and folded down, extinguishing their own wicks and now hardened in permanent downward turns.