Gods above, the smell. It is unlike anything you have ever encountered.
As you make your way down the line, the air becomes almost solid with the stench of life.
Soon, you encounter a doorway; it once had a monolith sealing off the room, but that has long since been destroyed or stolen.
You dare to peer into the room and are nearly overcome. Inside are thousands of dessicated rats and lizards, piled high against the walls.
In the center of the room is a loosely woven and horribly thin mat, completely caked in a millenium of dust.
Surrounding the mat is a large brown stain, partially faded from time, itself surrounded by smaller brown stains.
At the opposite side of the room, the blade of a sword is embedded into the floor, as if it was placed in the stone when it was formed tens of millions of years ago.
The walls are completely covered in graffiti. They may as well be totally bare. None is decipherable. You get a feeling that you wouldn't want to know.
There is a papyrus on the floor.