It's a quiet morning in a nondescript cave within Mount Ebott.
Old, cracked columns stand in a circle, commemorating something. They are overgrown with cave fungi and vegetation of not-quite-normal-on-close-inspection varieties, but there's not quite as much dust as you would expect from a wholly undisturbed and derelict place.
It's quiet here. Depending on one's perspective, it could be called dead silent, or it could be called peaceful.
Sunset shines dimly through the Barrier far, far above. The sunbeams spill upon a tiny, tiny patch of normal, surface-like grass and golden flowers. It's the only source of light in a rather wide cavern. There's a single corridor leading out.