Conspiracy

Draft and dusty, the hall of Desmir was assortedly aligned with the caskets of my deceased ancestors.

Water fell from the ceiling, for the perimeters of the area were under the Quen Lake Reservoir.

Each drop made an ominous echo throughout the breadth of the floor, and I am holding onto the mere threshold of my sanity, the tunnels just went on, and on, and on, with no end, am I just going in a circle?

I finish these words onto my journal and continue downwards.  Ancient encrypted symbols lie among the mossy walls and pillars.  My chilled breathe echoes throughout the underground.  Nopony else was around.

The deeper I went, the longer the halls went, I keep thinking of going back, but I make myself go on.

I feel as though I might regret what I find, but maybe what lies in the deepest parts of these catacombs, will make it all worthwhile.

Pushing through the floor's door it's another staircase, but these went down farther than normal.  My intuition tells me to go back, my curiosity grasps me forward.

Approaching the door that was on the verge of the stairs, there was then rumbling throughout the area, and the rocks gave away from above...