The colosseum was bigger than John had imagined. Well, to be exact, the colosseum was bigger than John had seen. From the outside it had been an imposing building, without a doubt. Stone, ancient but in prime condition, worked into several stories of beautifully symmetric arcs in the legendary style of the Roman Empire.
There was a weird shift once he stepped inside. The hallway, pure stone with depictions of a hero's (presumably Romulus) acts carved into the walls, seemed to stretch before his very eyes. Every step felt shorter than it really was. They still made overall progress though. A guide assured them that this was completely normal.
