The corridor slowly changed to become a long colonnade, small snaking vines clung to the ceiling in a criss-crossing network of life, their harsher emerald colour complimenting the gentler teal-green of the exposed bronze of the arched ceiling. The walls giving way entirely to make one long colonnade. The elegantly shaped, stark grey pillars were stylised to resemble towering rose bushes. The rock from which they were hewn possessed a metallic sheen to it at odds with its rough texture. Large white blue bell shaped flowers hung from the creeping plant-life around them, hot breath frosting upon the air as it was exhaled. The piercing sunlight was what first greeted his eyes after they had adjusted from being blinded as the pair exited from the darkness of the corridor.