Before calling, we stood there again, just watching it. I don’t know why. Maybe because part of us wanted it to stay still, to remain explainable. Unknown things feel heavier when you acknowledge them.
Finally, I called the front desk.
A cheerful voice answered. I explained the situation carefully, trying not to sound dramatic. I described the object on the wall, its shape, its texture, the fact that it seemed attached rather than accidental.
There was a pause on the other end.
Then: “Oh… yes. We understand.”
