The scent of spices from the south assaults your senses to a strong degree. The whole space is cluttered, filled with the preservation of meat imports from far inland where the prairies persist. These items are valuable delicacies used in nearly imperceptible quantities, the dried forms are processed but unafraid to hint at their previous selves, the sight is uncomfortable, beyond in the center of the space sits a massive cauldron sat atop an old fission heater, these are prevalent even today with the depleting reactives to power them. And next to it a pump from the cistern. It’s hard to imagine the massive size of what the spigot hints at below this monolithic structure, it would have to at least halve the size of the visually perceivable part of the structure. This water is lifegiving this far out, any new spawn would need of it. The sink drips in annoying repetition into a canal cut into the floor stonework, meandering out into the right most doorway at the end. Four other domed corridors delve further into the complex.

I have to find the proper incantation as it was written, for my remembrance of the text is poor…