Her heart raced as she surveyed the treacherous path ahead. The floor was a mosaic of intricately patterned tiles, each concealing a deadly secret. The ceiling loomed with wickedly sharp, pendulous blades that threatened to descend upon the slightest misstep.
Sweat broke on her forehead and back, soaking her dress, her body trembling in fear and trepidation.
She had little or no time left, she needed to hurry or the swinging blades would be the last thing she saw. With grace and intuition, Rama stepped gingerly onto the first tile, its design reminding her of a swirling storm. She sensed an ominous pressure above, but the blades remained still. She exhaled with relief, her heart almost shattering with fear.
