The smooth stone floor of the great gorge has been worn by time and likely by the rush of water from countless floods through the eons. The walls have been viciously carved out by falling rocks, and trees swept away by flood waters have been lodged in precarious, dangerously high ledges where they remain wedged. Light refuses to penetrate this far down, and the endless dusk is illuminated by a ghastly scene. Bones. Picked clean by beetles, dusty skeletons of once creatures litter the floor in a macabre display of unfortunate mishaps. At the western most edge, the skull of a once magnificent bull elephant lies cracked and leaning to one side, overseeing all those in the graveyard and keeper of many grizzly tales.
