As the pair progressed through the temple, the ruins became more grandiose, and appeared in a greater and greater state of decay. Towers and arches of once-polished sandstone rocketed up to meet the sky, slowly replacing trees and undergrowth along the onyx-paved walkways of the temple. Ancient lettering only vaguely resembling the modern alphabet marked some of the stones, both on the paths and the walls which were springing up all around them. Here and there, massive gouges began to appear, as if something titanic in proportion had carved deep grooves into the structures.
In the tunnel, the pictographs were placed so that they provided an otherworldly green light for travelers to walk by, and it could be seen that for whatever reason, time had not worn too heavily on the walls. The floor was interesting, in that there was a totally chaotic pattern carved into it, something resembling a series of dots and lines that never fully repeated itself and intermingled its symbols.