T’wAs a rOoM ‘BouT reFleCTiNs, yeS — bUt thE kiNd thAt bEnD, nOt sHow. thE shaPes sAiD nOthiNg strAiGHt, onLY whaT yOu thInk yOu saW. thE KeePeR hid sToRY in thE aNgleS — a bIt oF tRageDy, a smuDge oF saCriFiCe, a twISt whEre thE liNeS shouLdn’t joIn.