to me.

As I walked along the lava preoccupied with my meditations and not
paying conscious attention to the path, my subconscious was carefully
monitoring my way, and when once my eyes glanced upward, I quickly saw
that my surroundings had changed. The narrow, spiral descending tunnel
had given way to a very cavernous area where the lava flow formed a
large lake of fire. A domed ceiling crowned this great room, though not
exact and polished, having instead a rough appearance as it stretched
from wall to wall, a semi-chasm of a hundred yards, more or less, with
its uppermost height being not less than twenty yards. On the far walls
were two lava falls, trickling from raised tunnels in the wall into the
body of lava, which covered the whole bottom of the room. There was a
platform that sat in the middle of the fiery lake, connected to the
tunnel I had come from by a walkway of stone. This room was different
than the other two, also, in its fashion, for while the previous had
vague evidences of intelligent design, this one was very obviously
artificially decorated. The walkway above mentioned was of ornate stone
with an intricate design of circles, squares, and triangles carved into
it, and on each corner of the center stage was a long pillar that
reached from floor to ceiling, each carved like a totem pole, with a
variety of animals and shapes stacked upon one another. The dome was
done ornately as well, for I saw as I walked further into the room that
what I had thought had been imperfections in the dome proved to be an
elaborate three dimensional sculpture that stuck out from the ceiling,
depicting an intricate scene of figures and telling a story of some
great saga of war and peace, pride and prejudice, love and hate, faith
and betrayal, all combined to make the greatest mural: history, the
story of time itself.