The air begins to chill into your bones like deep, penetrating tendrils that seem to leech from the crevices in the rough stone that surrounds you. Gone are the orderly brick laid passages which have given way to natural stones. There is an occasional flush of warm, steam-laden air that billows out from below that feels comforting given the surrounding coldness. You are confronted with an open chasm that spills out before you. This deep, yawning cave mounds up in the center like a raised dais but it is clearly organically formed, as if created from centuries of mineral-rich water dripping from the ceiling.
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