No human, A sprawling labyrinth carved deep beneath the Shadow domain's industrial undercity. Twisted metal structures and crumbling brick walls form claustrophobic corridors, illuminated only by flickering gas lamps casting long, dancing shadows. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and decay, punctuated by the drip, drip, drip of unknown fluids from rusted pipes overhead. Strange glyphs, etched into the walls using a mixture of soot and alchemical residue, seem to writhe and shift in the dim light. The floor is uneven, littered with debris – broken machinery parts, discarded tools, and the occasional scattered bone. An oppressive silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant hiss of steam and the unsettling whispers that seem to emanate from the walls themselves. The overall color palette is a grim blend of rusted browns, grimy blacks, and oily greys, creating a sense of overwhelming dread and despair