> Keep calm, carry on.
> How's our companion rock doing? Consider naming it something cute.
> Keep eyes open for potential exits or anything that's not rock or a statue.
>You continue to walk further into the chamber, trying not to let the statues bother you, but also trying not to ignore them lest they do something. You can't tell if at a glance if some of them are designed to look slightly different at different angles, or if they really are shifting slightly and following you. The sense of abnormality in the spatial looseness fades away back to the sandstorm sensation you've grown used to.
>Your rock bears some slight damage from where you marked the wall with it, but is otherwise fine.
>Proceeding further, you lose sight of the walls, leaving you with the sense that you are somehow outside in a place with no light. There are more rocky formations of varying sizes, from knee-high to several yards tall, their shapes still ribbed and vaguely reminiscent of fungal fibers. More parts of statues are carved into them here and there. seldom more than a section or two of a body. They seem to be humanoid in form, but it's hard to tell with many given how incomplete and possibly weathered they are. You still cannot shake the feeling that a few are moving subtly when you aren't watching directly. You pass by a thin arm carved along the length of an outcropping, its hand splayed open and outwards. You see a face carved into another waist-high formation, vaguely feminine and appearing to be in the process of drawing a slightly curled hand over its face; elsewhere on the rock is her other hand and a bit of her forearm, practically on the floor. Another is carved partially into the floor, an upper section of a masculine-looking shoulder blade, with a clawed hand reaching across it. A tall column of fungal-esque stone has two immense hands carved into it, almost but not quite in relief, turned as reaching to clutch some thing between their gnarled and arthritic fingers. Another near the floor, a face missing its lower right half; with its hand hovering below it; whose suggestions of eyes give you that feeling it may be watching you while suggestions of horns frame it.
>As you come close to one carving, a vaguely feminine torso with its hands before it, fingers interlaced as if to make a crude sort of grid, you feel...something that might be the suggestion of a potential gap that endures despite the shifting fabric of space. It is much less defined than the one you found earlier, you would definitely need some of your tools to make any use of it.
>_
