The hum of focused work from the first and second groups filled the air, a steady counterpoint to the excited buzz emanating from the central table. Here, the third group – Samantha, Sayuri, June, Kumiko, Max, Kin, and Gwen – were deeply immersed in their own investigation. Their table was a battlefield of intellect, strewn with a chaotic yet organized array of notes, hastily sketched diagrams, and the enigmatic optical illusion, a baffling discovery from Woodwright's quarters.
"Okay, so we've got this recurring motif of rabbits and flowers," June began, tapping a finger against a cluster of floral drawings. "And not just any flowers, but these really abundant, overflowing petals. It feels like a deliberate choice, not just random decoration."
