Hundreds of upturned skulls lined the walls, throwing out a pathetic pool of light from the fires burning within. The chamber was thirty feet wide from wall to wall. The subtle lighting cast flickering shadows that twitched and danced. Something was alive in those shadows.
These walls also had bone gleaming from their depths, giving a dark sadistic warmth from years of untold agony inflicted upon thousands. Maaya had not created this place. She had inherited it in some fashion.
The air was tainted with a sweet floral bouquet that immediately began to cause dizziness and nausea. Several had spontaneous nosebleeds.
The floor was a thick shag carpet of many colours, black, brown, blonde, red, chestnut, and auburn.