We wound our way through a maze of well-lit white corridors, heading deeper and deeper into Byzantine's vast estate. I followed the tendrils through doors, over walkways, into elevators--sometimes hearing voices not far away but never crossing paths with anyone who might raise an alarm.
Soon, I was totally lost. Keeping up with those twin misty streamers was my only hope of getting somewhere without finding another guide--wherever that somewhere might be.
Eventually, the streamers led me to a black door at the end of a white corridor. When they slipped inside, the door slid open, revealing an elevator car, also black.
"Where to, guys?" I walked in, and the door shot closed behind me. "What, no controls?" I saw no buttons anywhere in the car's interior, nothing but smooth ebony wal
