This roof is so clear it probably has better vision than me.

The glass above me seemed to frame the sky like an artist’s canvas. The sun filtered through its angular latticework, scattering patterns of light onto the marble walls and floor. It felt as though I had stepped into a space that was both timeless and modern—where stone met steel in a quiet conversation. A faint echo followed each step I took, reminding me of the vastness of this place. The air was cool yet carried a subtle warmth from the sunlight above. I wondered how many stories had passed beneath this roof, how many decisions made here had rippled outward. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the low hum of visitors exploring other parts of this labyrinthine structure.