Everything about this place forces your gaze deeper down into the depths of the tunnel. There are ethereal strands of webbing upon which you might be able to find footing. Loose clumps of dark brown clay occasionally break loose and come tumbling down the shaft. A sickeningly sweet smell of old dust and rosewater is overpowering, adding to the strange sensation of this bizarre place. You may want to take your time, as a slip in here could mean death.