And there was light. 

Dim but warm, unlike the unobtrusive light of the motes this light illuminated clearly what it touched, revealing the once grand hall of chambers now old, crumbling to rubble as new life grew within. There was sound, crumbling stones, the buzzing of insects, the flickering of flame, the drip of water, and the life of rats. There was feeling, the feel of a fall, and the splash of old, cold water upon the body as smooth stone caught it.

The doors swung open and one after another they fell out into the hallway, splashing as they hit the algae laden stones, the water thick with larvae and dim born plants. Lining the walls of the hall were stone chambers, tombs, that had held each of them before opening. Most of these chambers were still closed, a choice few others were open, and other still were crushed where the ceiling above had caved in under the weight of further tombs. Each stone chamber appeared to be an almost egg shaped dark coffin, with their doors cracked and crumbled. At least, the open ones were like that. The closed ones seemed more solid, as if a single stone, and the crushed ones were but piles of rubble.

The light danced along the walls, various flickering flames from mounted torches, dividing the chambers from another. Torch, tomb, torch, tomb, torch, and the skittering sound of rats amongst all of them. They squeaked, rushing from where the doors of stone broke and living bodies fell out from their stasis, the new life greeted more intimately by mosquitoes and flies. Ragged robes of different colours adorned each as they came to their feet. Green, blues, orange, and more. One would notice that the colour of their mote reflected the colour of their old garbs now. Further, they had neither keepsake nor memento from the time in the dark, they came into this world unarmed.

The flooded hall was rather narrow, wide enough for perhaps three men to stand side by side as they walked, and the water was stagnant and still, letting loose an unpleasant odor. Occasionally, a drop of water would fall from above, sliding through weathered stones to the pool around the awoken. No hole was quite large enough for a body to move through, as they were either small, or the collapsed structure closed the hole it made as well, the heavy weight crushing down upon the hall and its contents. Otherwise a growth, vines or the roots of a tree perhaps, clogged what was viable.

Off to one side was the end of the hall, a rounded dead end upon which stood a solitary statue that had fallen to disrepair with time. The upper body and torso of it were dashed upon the ground as the legs stood alone, broken and cracked behind it. Sockets, empty and scratched up lined the wall behind the statue, shallow holes where the stone was now chipped away. Each chip was mostly along the edges, further into the sockets the stone was smoother and less disturbed. The other side held more of the stretched hall for several paces, but the end was in sight where it opened into a larger chamber. The contents of the chamber could not be quite seen from the present location.