The descent into the tunnel is back with certainty, plummeting off into fathomless depths below the surface. Everything about this place forces your gaze further into the depths of the tunnel. There are ethereal strands of webbing upon which you might be able to find footing to climb out or further in. 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.