Out in the ruins, a small series of chimes is heard. The little glass bauble producing the noise swings in the air above a pit of sand,- some sort of wind chime. As it gently rings, the sand below caves in, and small, tiny coughs are heard. A frail looking, pale hand is desperately grabbing at the roots on the sides of the pit, trying to climb up- but quickly releases them with a small cry, their owner falling back down. She sits on her knees, straining her eyes against the filtering light and blowing her dark hair out of the way.
"Hello...? Hello?"

She calls up, hoping for someone to hear it. But her body is fatigued and she can't hardly even stand. Pleading, silver grey eyes peer up seeking out something, anything.

"How did I get down here?"