Weekly Prompt Writing

They pried the door open and stepped into a huge abandoned hall. Grimy light filtered through the tattered rose window at the far end, and weeds wound around the sacred statues like vines around a pole. The floorboards were rotted in places and missing in others. The only sound apart from their work boots was the beating wings of birds who nested in the chandeliers far overhead. As they traversed the building, dust and animal droppings assaulted their nostrils and made them sneeze.
"Team, you know what we're here for. Let's search."
One of them cried out as a stair gave way under his weight. They helped him up in silence and wove around the loose and rotted boards as they climbed to the remains of the balcony.
From there, they could see it. At last they had found it. Here was the final piece to the puzzle. Now they could decipher the message.