The walls and floors were full of words. Lines upon lines of eldritch glyphs. How many hands left them? How many passed through this place? To learn just a few would yield a valuable insight into the nature of this place - is this a treasure vault...or a prison? Hours later, and with luck, we manage to decipher some of it.

Names. Names of untold numbers that this place called to itself. So without a thought we carved in ours and they lit up and slowly faded to join the rest. Accepted, we are now one with multitudes.