The tunnel into the ice ran in a twisting spiral, turning like a labyrinth, but without fork or divide, leading always deeper into the mound. Dim light filtered through the frozen heap, for the ice seemed to be translucent. A faint blue tint might reflect the distant sky, although when they had arrived the day before, all had been gray, both earth and sky.
It might have been after sunset yesterday, though, Clay thought. Time seemed to move strangely here.
Rounding a final bend, they emerged into a vast chamber, which, like in some of the Shags’ dwellings and structures, seemed far too large to exist within the space seen when viewed from outside. A central pillar rose to the lofty ceiling, several meters overhead. Whatever light filtered in seemed to be captured by this faceted mass, only to be amplified and reflected in hundreds of glowing beams that, in turn, bounced back from the icy walls. The cavern was alive with light