RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE.

Orbs filled with precious prophecies began shaking on their shelves, gently trying to break free from their confinements as something begins pulling them towards the Southern most wall of the Hall. In fact, the whole shelves seem to slowly creek their way across the room which causes a few of the orbs to fall to the ground and shatter; their prophecies poofing into nothingness in poofs of white and blue wispy smoke.