Nobody officially announced that the warped room existed.
They didn't need to.
Word moved through the Eternal Pyre the way word moved through any place where people lived close together, which was faster than anyone planned and in more directions than anyone tracked. By morning the corridor outside the former training room had a steady rotation of Ares citizens coming to look at it, not crowding, just stopping, looking through the doorway at the frozen concrete waves and the spiral beams and the bowl ceiling, and then moving on with the expression of people who had confirmed something they had been told and found the reality of it more than the telling had prepared them for.
An older man stood in the doorway for a full minute without saying anything. Then he looked at the person beside him and said something in Ares that the translation system rendered as "the floor is doing that on purpose."
"No," the person beside him said. "That's just what happened to it."
