The first few are from the elevator down:
|This is the ceiling from the elevator, right as it started to get colorful|
|People on the ground|
And from the floor...
|Here's the entrance. See the water falling down?|
Just look at all these colors:
|I mean, wow.|
When I was wandering around inside, I kept thinking of a conversation a writer friend and I had back when I was a senior in high school and he was a freshman in college. The result of that conversation was a poem that talked about how some parts of God's creation are just beyond human words. I think Thrihnukagigur pretty much defines that.
(And yes, I am copy-and-pasting every time you see Thrihnukagigur.)