Night Sector Inverted

A brass conduit descended from the ceiling plaster, anchored above the center of the dark hall. I advanced along the doorframe, calculating the trajectory. Silence held. With a single upward thrust, my talons struck the cool spun metal rim of the chandelier bowl. Claws clamped tight into the lip. The entire chamber swung beneath me in a slow, silent arc, then settled into absolute stillness. A deep rumble pulsed through my chest as my wings flared wide against the white drywall above. From this apex, every threshold and darkened corner lies thoroughly exposed under my shadow.