Shoveling sand sucks, is the profound determination of all those involved as they slowly make progress through the shifting sand.  Every shovel full empties a hollow that begins to refill as soon as it's empty.  But as the door is revealed, the promise of an interesting find continues to spur the group on; paint flakes off with the sand, and the hinges have rusted into a solid mass, making it clear that nobody has opened the portal in decades - possibly not since Before.<br/><br/>The sun sets fully outside, although no light reached the group anyway, leaving them to their own devices.  The hulk groans in the night air, the pings and clangs of cooling metal accompanying the howls of the desert wind, which also kicks up with the changing temperatures.  Tricks of the imagination make it seem louder at times, or rhythmic for a moment, as though something were alive and stalking the wreck, but nothing emerges from the deep blackness except bits of paper still floating through the room.<br/><br/>Finally, enough of the door is exposed to pull it forward; a few blows to the hinges will break them, and the portal can be tilted forward against the hill of excavated sand to make an easy downward slope into whatever lies behind.<br/><br/>[Let me know what - if anything - you're using for illumination, and please make perception and initiative checks for later.  You can break open the door automatically in your posts, as described above.]