The five senses arrive gradually as Jasmine Sanders wakes, returning as though from great depths of darkness.  Touch brings the feel of lying upon a cold stone slab; of crumbling, parchment-dry wrappings of cloth, or something cloth-like, wound about her limbs and middle; bands of cool stone loose about her wrists and ankles that could be jewelry, and the even slighter weight of a necklace draped about her throat, its pendant resting at the meeting of her collarbones.  Her hands lie on her belly, curled around a sturdy wooden shaft smoothed by long handling and a coat of glossy lacquer.  The taste of dust speaks from her nose and tongue, along with the faint and fading coppery tang of blood.  The steady, rhythmic scrabble of claws scratching at stone is the first and only sound to reach her ears.<br/><br/>Sight makes itself felt last, a twilight glow from the amulet at her neck.  It reveals the wrappings, ghostly pale around her arms and legs, as well as the object in her hands: a wooden spear tipped with red obsidian and adorned with wrapped jaguar fur and bright feathers, and as well as the stone walls of the space she occupies: a rectangle of stone just long enough that she may lie in it without her head or toes touching either end, just wide enough that her shoulders do not touch its side walls, with a rough just a hand's breath from the tip of her nose.<br/><br/>Before any nascent claustrophobia can be ignited by the close confines, the sound of scrabbling claws reaches its peak—and then the ceiling moves, sliding leftward before falling away with a shocking crash of splitting masonry.  Sunlight streams in over the coffin-wall just beyond her feet, the rosy-pink of clear dawn.  A dozen feet above her is a true ceiling of sandstone blocks, every visible inch covered in relief carvings that could be illustrations, copious writing in a glyph-based language, or both.<br/><br/>Within a moment of dawn breaking into her stone casket, two faces peer over the left- and right-hand walls simultaneously.  A pair of jaguars peer down at Jasmine, golden eyes gleaming with dawn's light, ears and whiskers canted forward inquisitively towards the woman in the stone box.  With the noise of scratching gone only one remains, a faint whisper of wind far beyond.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The jaguars understand simple commands (stay, attack, hide, follow etc.) but anything more complex is a matter for the Control ability or your Animal Communication power.  Perception+ Awareness or Investigation to assess your surroundings, Int+Academics to try to understand the glyph-carvings.</div></div>