Past the foyer with the broken statue, the hall narrows a touch and the ceiling lowers to standard height.  Every 60' down the hall, doors sit on opposite sides.  They are heavy wooden doors with brass handles, with small square windows set up higher than you can reach.  Between the doors, lanterns are set at regular intervals, providing flickering light up and down the long hall.

At about the mid-point in the hallway, several hundred feet from your current position, you can see the hall intersects with another hallway.  Beyond that, the regular doors continue.

As you narrate your surroundings, the rest of the party lingers beside you, just inside the entryway.  They all look awake and aware, but they have all come to a hard stop.  They are occasionally looking at the walls or lights, but otherwise have ceased forward progress.  They almost look as if they are waiting in queue at a bake shop or for a hair appointment.

Their affect is passive, and unthreatened.  

None of them react to your description of the hall, or your question as to how to proceed.

Having cast your spell, your senses are momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer amount of magic coursing through the air around you.  It is as though you are walking through a miasma of Illusion magic, filling the air like fog.  It is unlike any spell you've ever seen... indeed it is raw and ill-defined, as though someone spilled a container of Illusion and it has soaked into this space.  Looking at your allies, it appears all of them have bathed in the miasma, shimmers of illusion magic dripping from their eyes like tears.

While certainly the most noticeable, this is not the only magic you detect.  

• The torches on the walls flicker with weak Evocation magic, clearly not real flames at all, if there had been any doubt.
• From under some of the closed doors in the hall, you see the shimmer of more Illusion magic.  It isn't the raw, wild Illusion you see out in the hall... it seems more like an active Illusion spell of effect might be underway beyond those doors.
• Looking at the broken statue in the entryway, you see the smokey traces of Transmutation magic.  This magic also seems unusual.  Not in the same way as the Illusion magic in the halls... rather, this Transmutation magic has an alien feel to it.  For some reason, it reminds you a little of the inky voids you have seen Aubrey summon.  It feels like magic from somewhere... else.

The gnome will approach the broken statue and attempt to understand what it is about it that feels so alien, cross-referencing his own notes about aberrations if necessary.

Investigation: 5

While you settle into a thorough investigation, your allies continue to stand patiently in the entryway.  

You puzzle over the statue for sometime, rearranging the pieces to assess its design prior to its breaking.  Eventually, you come to the conclusion that this statue could never have stood on its own... the elf subject was mid stride, with one foot off the ground.  Without an anchored base, the statue was always destined to topple over and shatter.  

With the clues available (statue out of place; unusual posture; aura of transmutation magic) you come to the only conclusion available... this was a person, transfigured via some kind of Breach or aberration's magic, into stone.  And then, sadly, toppled and dashed to pieces on the ground, preventing even the offchance hope of restoration back to living flesh.

There's something else about the statue that bothers you, but you can't put your finger on it... after agonizing over it for quite a while, you have to concede that it just isn't going to come to you.

Not foolish enough to wander deeper inside this odd place on his own, Leelan will turn around and try to walk out of the House of Glass and Mirrors. Perhaps he can then catch the attention of his companions and tell them of what happened whilst he was inside.

You walk out past your comrades but like with your prior description of the interior of the hall, they seem to ignore you completely, as though you weren't there.

They just stand, seemingly alert with eyes open and searching, but standing still and lingering just inside the entryway.

[Perhaps something more radical is required to pull them from their stupor?

Also, make an unrelated Perception check when you step outside, please.]

Seeing that they don’t respond to audio stimuli, Leelan will approach each party member one by one and try to shake them out of their stupor. He grabs on to their arms and shakes them as hard as his tiny muscles possibly can. 

Perception: 22