A glittering sphere swings with other reflected spheres below it, doubling on the glittering surface of the wet floors, reflecting against a wall. The spheres and their reflections merge. Day's lights come on. The hall is well lit now. It's almost white.
Reflections make illusions of space, imaginary corridors between darker reflections.
A bright empty day. Light from sea is brighter than light from rocks. Both make it difficult to see. Steps come out of clouds. An almost-silvery watery day.