Eventually, the ripples in the mirrors that your footsteps have caused cease, and instead each of them begins to leak. You back away to the room's center so you can get a clearer view as the liquid begin to swirl together, never mixing but instead creating a near-poetic amalgam of different colors. The beauty of it all - the motion of the substance, the plethora of shades and tones, all of it - have you completely absorbed, sending you into a trance you cannot break.
It breaks, however, as you soon feel the viscous liquid trickling into your shoes and through your socks, coating your feet entirely. Even so, thanks liquid continues to rise, as inch by inch it crawls up from your heel... your ankle... Now might be a good time to think about leaving.