Mary-Allison Flagstone

What is this place? From what I can tell, the tunnel opens to what must have been once a beautiful temple. Like the language scribbled on the walls in the cave, similar words cover what remains of the temple.

The architecture isn’t in much better shape than any other structure on the island. A wind blows from the entrance, pushing me forward. Flames hop from one candle to the next, filling the room with dancing shadows. I turn my flashlight off, enough ...