"....I think I need to rest." Kurai murmurs to herself, her partial mask reforming into a full shell around her head as she walks into the first stratum. There didn't seem to be a concept of "ownership" in this place—people walked in and out of whatever structure they wished, and if someone didn't like that, they fought or settled it however they felt like it. She strolled away from the group to find her resting place.
"...Stupid barbarians." She walks past a group of men brawling over something she can't be f*cked to care about. Surrounding her are stairs and pathways that seem to lead nowhere and yet can bring one somewhere if they just happen to make the right turn. Kurai sighs, finding a decently large, metal hexagonal structure, held together by rusty screws and bolts in the higher parts of the stratum.
She walks into the doorway that lacks a door, taking in the smell of rust and death, before sitting down, staring at the ceiling with its many geometrical holes and openings to peer into the "sky", which ends at the daemon's stomach lining. Just like on the outside, they were still trapped in a dome.