Lining the walls hung the skulls of creatures long forgotten, their gaze meeting mine.

I recognized some, silhouettes that traced a line to memories of photographs that I marveled at as a child. Others could very well be other worldly in their origin, their shapes giving little hint to function or behaviour.

Mighty beasts of ancient stature stalk the halls, their forms comprised of designs ever fluctuating.

By the light of one room the bust of a lion may perch upon the carapace of a crustacean born from the depths.

Yet by the glow of a dying candle may glint fangs of a wolf protruding from the bulk of a boar.

Only the eyes would suggest these creatures were one in the same.

Dark voids ever famished.