The Auditor offers a gift.

> Finish letter.

You’ve been putting this together for… oh who knows. Time doesn’t exist here. You only know you’ve been spending a lot of time on this, relative to when you began writing. After all this endless work of verifying and deny rooms, it’d be pointless to muddle it now. 

>Review letter.

Perfect. You’ll have to thank Herald for the image.

> Place in correct stack.

Logically, this belongs in rooms that couldn’t be. Not only is this not a room from the stack of papers you were given upon entrapment to your room, but this was completely written up by you alone. 

But that’s the thing.

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴, 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽 𝙸𝚃.

So, you place the paper in the stack of rooms that could be instead.

And you wait.