Stone looms overhead, like so many thousands of tons of cold earth, ready to crush the meager life from frail bodies. The stone is wet, in some places the footing treacherous as the tunnel opens into a vast chamber. The chamber is dank, water forming pools in places, the stone forming islands in the depths. An underground grotto.
The light from the torch is refracted by the silicate compounds in the submerged stone, illuminating the depths of the pools with a faint golden radiance. The light seems to brow brighter in the deeper pools, almost as it the light itself was forming into a pool. The shallow pools are the darkest, with only a faint glow about them.