Tristan shivered softly, feeling the cool, almost chilly air of the inside of the hallway work into his clothing designed for hot weather. He felt his pelt puff up in an instinctual response. The arctic hare smiled as his body finished adjusting and started down the hallway. His left paw held his Maglite outwards as he looked around, this eyes tracing the bare walls that arced up high. Strangely, he noted, the ceilings were not cantilevered inwards in a series of steps like the eldest of man-made stone structures, a flat ceiling just as blank as the walls. Even stranger, he thought, was that the only sand he saw was what he himself had trailed in in the fur on his paws, and the air was as fresh as outside... if not more so... He turned, shining his flashlight back. Nothing but the tunnels and the stairs... He turned back inward and continued, unable to shake the feeling he was being watched...<br/><br/>He perked a bit as the hallway came to an end, stepping cautiously as he stepped further, until he was in the open area. He jumped and drew his right gun before he could think when the beam of his flashlight struck the eyes. He sighed and holstered the gun, unscrewing the cap on the lens of the maglight, revealing an array of powerful LEDs in a spherical pattern. Light fillled the chamber as he held the electic torch aloft. Tristan padded across the chamber, eyeing the other hallways, arranged in a perfect unonigram around the circle with the origonal hallway.  He figured the radius of the circle was about 8 meters. Diameter 16 meters. A meter was approximately a stride, or a cubit... 16 is 4 squared... or two to the fourth. Two eyes staring for eternity at the entrance, waiting for someone... Ten more hallways. Ten fingers and Ten toes on humans. Those eyes didn't look human...<br/><br/>Tristan snapped himself out of his numerology as he reached the opposite wall, staring up into the eyes that seemed to look back... He shivered, noting that the way the eyes were pigmented it looked like the stone's natural variation was to be red in that pattern... but the rest of the stone was matte... He stepped back into the center and looked around. "Which way to go..." He hmmmed softly and set down his torch, before spinning it on the smooth stone. It settled pointing straight towards the entrance, before suddenly moving again, pointing to the door directly to the left of the entrance. He picked up the torch, "That's as good a place as any..." The hare padded into that hallway. He heard something loud and stone like and felt air blast onto his feet. He whipped around to see that not a foot behind him was a wall, "Well Fuck me..." He said in amazement, looking for what his foot had done, and hoping there were connections to the other hallways further on...<br/><br/>He held aloft his electric torch and started down this new hall, searching the walls more out of need than his inquisitive nature...