The wall moved from its place revealing a dark passage leading to who knows where. With a snap of his finger, the passage way lit.
He did not even carry the lamp with him but the wall was lit with no evidence of lamp, torch or anything that could be a source of light
If you looked closely, you could see the wall filled with crystals that produced light
He walked slowly down the passage humming a weird song. The passage reached a end and the wall before him opened again at the snap of his finger
Before the olde man was a dark room smelling of moss and rust.
" How are you my dear. I believe you have stopped whining." He said stepping inside the dark room. The person being spoken too did not speak but rather clicked her tongue
