Rooms

  Fine-grained and glassy rock lines every surface of the tunnel.  There is

no end or beginning to the walls, ceiling, or floors, as the room is more

cylindrical than it is square.  The putrid smell of aging volcanic rock is

unavoidable, and the cold air clings to the stench needily.  There are

occasional boulders along the terrain from where the ancient rock has begun

to crumble.