In this room, The Way-Light stores most of his personal collections. The centerpiece of the highest room is an extremely detailed, firefly-lit fountain shaped as a weeping weasel, with a solemn expression, made of stone and marble, whose every tear is the final raindrop of a storm that never happened. The displays hold many oddities - Maps of cities that don't exist, little pearls containing various memories that have been sacrificed to him by his followers. Other items containing abstract emotions - Speaking a new word for the first time, walking somewhere new, feeling sunlight after being indoors a little too long, Becoming aware of the seasons' changing, that strange feeling of existential dread you get if you think too much about yourself, standing before something of unspeakable majesty and becoming aware of your place in the universe. Sometimes, there are other things. An amulet and a note from an ambitious young lady, a single remaining memory from somebody who subsumed themselveslong vanished, a vial of blood from a certain follower, the broken glasses of an old friend... All the things he considers valuable. Except for the paintings - those are kept in the Gallery.

It is a place of deep peace and contemplation, unknown to any of his followers, or even his Names. The observatory is a well-kept secret, and most believe it does not truly exist.