The walls are covered. Floor to ceiling, wherever you look, the same characters you noticed on Level 1. But here there are more of them. Layers of them. Some are carved deep, some scratched lightly over the carved ones. As if the same text has been written and rewritten many times, by many hands, across a very long period.
"My name is on these walls. I have to be very clear about what I mean. It is not a coincidence of shapes. It is my name, in the Roman script I use, surrounded by characters I cannot read, in a basement that nobody has entered in — I don't know how long. There is no explanation I am able to write that doesn't sound like I am losing my mind. I am noting it and continuing." — C. Jiang
Beyond the script, the corridor continues. It has changed slightly since Level 1 — the walls are closer together, the ceiling lower. The light ahead is marginally brighter. You are going deeper.
// Name: "JIANG" appears 14 times visible on walls in one stretch. Possibly more, obscured by layering.
// Also visible: characters that might be dates. I cannot read the dates. The format is unfamiliar.
// Temperature: unchanged. Still approximately 4°C. The cold is consistent. This should not be consistent at this depth.
every person who has descended this corridor found their name on the walls. Eleanor Whitmore found hers in 1947. the others before her also found theirs. the names go back further than writing should.