diginferno

That was the only red tile of the floor. A dark shade of red, resembling dried blood. Its surface was dulled by time and covered with a thin layer of dust, but the eyes of the intruder still saw it red. Nothing had disturbed the heavy silence of that room in many decades. Except the occasional bugs and spiders that crept under the solid door and through the huge, broken stained glass window. But that was a long time ago, right after the first earthquake. Back then, people were sometimes entering that hall, seeking shelter from some heavy thunderstorm. They had to make great efforts to open the massive door at the entrance, but most of them