At first, the tunnel was entirely devoid of any features. Its walls seemed to have been adorned by masterful reliefs and engravings once, but now, they were all gone, erased by the merciless passage of time and the endless tides of the eerie white mist. The walls themselves were covered in a chaotic mess of jagged grooves and deep fractures, making Sunny wary of the unstable ceiling above.
In fact, there were several sections of the tunnel where the ceiling had collapsed, forcing them to squeeze between ancient rocks. Saint, who moved ahead in the darkness, had diminished her size a bit to fit through the cracks — seeing her in such a petite form reminded Sunny of their times on the Forgotten Shore, when the two of them were more or less of the same size.
