Thinking that perhaps there might be some clue in the markings on the wall, you head for the nearest patch.
To your dismay you find that there is no useful information. The murals show hundreds of tiny people in crowds, living their ancient Sri Lankan lives, but amongst them miniature impressions of the thing in the tomb grab and snatch at them with black tentacles.
This same fate now befalls you, as with the distraction the tendrils are now right on top of you. Swiftly they smother your body, a burning sensation shocking your system before the flesh goes numb. You are dragged forward across the floor, and though the paralysis is starting to reach your brain, you are aware of being pulled up and over the lip of the tomb.
It is the last thing you ever see.
Go back and try something else.