Human: Please generate a detailed written description of a dreary scene inside a passage guild with straw bales, bedding, and dust. Assistant: 
An unruly pile of greying straw bales sprawls across the passageway here, requiring passers-by to turn sideways and press up against the wall in order to squeeze past. Clouds of dust and spores billow from the ancient bedding with every whisper of draft, scattering in the cold air before settling in a thick, musty layer over everyone and everything in the vicinity. Muffled squeaks and scuffles can be heard from deep within the pile.