....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................The lost prophet, awash on the shore. Does God forgive your deeds? Stand to your feet, rise once more, face the path of the righteous.

The darkness ever deepens. As you slowly regain your sight in the shadows of the earth and stone, you cough up water and blink hard to adjust to the chamber you've arrived in. The aqueduct has deposited you on a bed of sand, a small underground beach in a large reception chamber. The water pools along the shore and settles in ripples, slowly sinking into the groundwater, to be replenished from far away by the aqueduct that lead you here.

You drag yourself up upon the sand, coughing the remnants of fluid from your lungs as you stand to your feet on shaky legs. The room is empty, save the beach and the waters, the sand rising in a slop and meeting an arched doorway marked by a circular carving on the keystone.

You slowly and cautiously climb the mound, meeting the doorway and stepping firm on the stone tile once more.

The darkness ever deepens.