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The moon above the gathering place looked bruised, swollen with old secrets, casting a diluted violet sheen over stone that didn't belong to any cartographer's dreams. Arq, Kael, Mox, Lyssa, and Jerr stepped from their transport into a silence so absolute it felt curated. Even the wind behaved differently here, sluicing past them as if carrying whispers from an audience hidden just beyond the treeline.
They'd arrived.
The path was carved in looping spirals, not straight, as if the land resented the idea of a direct approach. Moss clung to the stones in patterns like old script, letters leaning too heavily into one another. Ahead, a temple rose from the earth — not built, but coaxed. Its structure twisted upward like a ribcage grown from fossilized moonlight. Bands of silver-veined stone crept around its columns, giving the whole place the appearance of a creature waiting to stand.
Arq took in the architecture, his breath catching. "This place was designed by someone who loved the idea of worshipping a question," he murmured, fingertips grazing a column's cold surface.
They'd arrived.
The path was carved in looping spirals, not straight, as if the land resented the idea of a direct approach. Moss clung to the stones in patterns like old script, letters leaning too heavily into one another. Ahead, a temple rose from the earth — not built, but coaxed. Its structure twisted upward like a ribcage grown from fossilized moonlight. Bands of silver-veined stone crept around its columns, giving the whole place the appearance of a creature waiting to stand.
Arq took in the architecture, his breath catching. "This place was designed by someone who loved the idea of worshipping a question," he murmured, fingertips grazing a column's cold surface.