Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
The opening of the cave was hidden between a pair of large rocks. The rocks had obviously, at one point in time, had some kind of writing on them. But none of it was legible to them, even if it had been deep enough to read.
The wind swept over the rocks, making a soft hollow sound, and stirring the sand.