"He felt the sunshine on his face, golden and warm, and the smell of grass filled his nostrils. The quest to find the lost tomb of his ancestors had been long and arduous, but he found himself at the entrance to the ancient mausoleum. To lay his father's spirit to rest, all he had do was enter and speak a prayer. But why the chill running down his spine? He felt cold as he stepped across the threshold. Was that a noise, to the left? The chill spread over his body. Cold engulfed him."