You feel as though you have moved. Perhaps you have been here before.

The space around you is vast and open. It is a temple, perhaps, or a palace. An edifice to the passage of time and the inevitability of death. The walls and ceiling are forged from an unimaginable number of bones. Skulls of creatures you have never seen, could never imagine, are sprinkled among more familiar shapes. Jagged ivory spears pierce from the rock and protrude out into the space. Dust pours like water from every surface. The skin, organs, flesh, the living material of billions of decaying things run as smooth as soft as water. Rivers of dry rot flowing to some distant place.

Why did you think this was a palace? It is a cavern. Some ancient tomb. There is only death here.