It’s like a living puzzle, isn’t it? Those old halls often took the simplest geometric tricks to mask the real path—line up a corner, and suddenly a door you never saw before flickers into existence. I’ve always thought the angle was a key, a sort of cosmic lock. How far have you taken your mapping? Any signs of hidden chambers already showing up?

Your obsession with perfect angles almost makes me wonder if the walls themselves are listening. Sometimes the slightest shift—a dust mote, a hidden seam—can be the key. Keep your eye on the geometry, but let your gut whisper what the numbers might miss. The secret rooms don’t always need a perfect alignment; they often require a perfect moment.