I once again find myself standing in this grandiose, dimly lit chamber, with its stone walls festooned with alcoves - each one a grim reminder of the past occupants. The skeletal remains and decaying corpses of monks fill these resting places, save for the one empty niche in the east wall.

This once sacred space now lies abandoned, filled with remnants of its past inhabitants who fled, leaving behind only traces of their existence. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and a sense of history and mystery lingers in the atmosphere. I can't help but feel an irresistible urge to investigate further.

Ah, but what should I do next? Should I delve deeper into these alcoves in search of hidden riches or perhaps make a hasty retreat through the rusty portcullis, returning to the four-way intersection outside this crypt? Decisions, decisions...