You are in a small chamber carved from green meteoric rock. Wide pilasters carved in
the likeness of the fierce, four-armed and tusked Green Men of Barsoom stand in each
corner of the room; their eyes delicately faceted rubies. From a trapezoidal window
cut into the further wall, a bright red star can be seen rising slowly into view.
A pleasant drowsiness washes over you. I guess it wouldn't hurt to lie down and rest
for just a little while . . .
The eyes in the columns shine brighter, and the trapezoidal threshold
on the west wall is bathed in a soft, coral light.