You[…]move away from the fire. The shifting green flame shows you glimpses of the cavern walls.[…]Bones! Skulls and long bones and little chunky vertebrae. Belonging to what, you could not say, but the empty eye sockets have a malicious intelligence.
[…] Shapes leap out at you. Paintings. Boar-like creatures, tusked and bristling, beautifully rendered, loom from the shadows. They're as fresh as if the artist had just put down his brush, but they're also impossibly ancient, frosted with lime.
