A gaping doorway with unnaturally elongated, geometric doorframes, their sharp angles defying perspective as they stretch toward a dimly glowing horizon. Beyond the threshold lies an armory bathed in a sickly yellow-red light that seems to pulse like embers, casting elongated shadows from halberds, zweihänders, and flanged maces suspended mid-air in perfect symmetry. The weapons hover in impossible configurations—some twisted into Möbius strips, others fused with architectural elements like a battle-axe merging seamlessly into a stone column. The floor tiles warp into tessellated patterns that shift between checkerboards and Penrose shapes, while a suit of plate armor in the far corner dissolves into floating geometric shards, its visor leaking tendrils of the same lurid glow that permeates the scene.