As the traces of that lost civilization became more and more apparent, the reliefs on the rock walls appeared increasingly frequent, extending not just on walls but across entire corridors used as canvases.
The relief depicted tentacles of various lengths performing different actions, and as one walked down, none seemed repeated, as if carved randomly, giving an impression of chaos and distortion.
It felt as if the tentacles might actually move if you glanced at them, strange that the image only showed tentacles, with their source beyond the image, as if the craftsmen dared not depict Its form.
Or perhaps they had never seen it? Or was it indescribable? Was it merely for decoration?
As Lance surveyed along the way, his doubts deepened, but alas, ancient geological movements had destroyed everything.
Those continuous murals were fractured, leading to another undeveloped path.
