I find myself standing in this vast, dimly lit chamber, its stone walls adorned with ominous alcoves. Each one of these nooks serves as a final resting place for the skeletal remains and desiccated corpses of monks, save for one empty alcove in the east wall. I can't help but wonder what secrets this empty space holds, or why its occupant is nowhere to be found.

This room, once a sacred sanctuary, now reeks of decay, a stark reminder of the passage of time and the impermanence of all things. The air is thick with history and mystery, whispering tales of those who once frequented this space, only to abandon it, leaving behind nothing but remnants of their past.

Though I must admit, my curiosity is piqued at the prospect of uncovering hidden treasures in these ancient alcoves, a small part of me wonders if it wouldn't be wiser to retreat to the four-way intersection outside this crypt. After all, one can never be too careful when exploring decades-old ruins. But where's the fun in that? I suppose I'll have to roll the dice and see where my choices lead me.