[The last leg of their journey to the temple seems to pass by all the faster after their glimpse of it through the tree-tops. Liem feels more sure of their path with each step they take toward it, his memories of that half-dream-half-vision overlaying the trek with a strong sense of deja vu. When they finally break through the trees and behold the weathered, overgrown structure stretching up towards the night sky, he spends a moment in silence, simply looking at it with Set, beholding the almost-familiar sight of its ancient facade.
The structure is foreign — and yet, the majestic stone construction, the style of the pillars strike a chord within him; like many buildings he’d seen in Springstar, this one hearkens back to his own home, to structures in Oppara that had been built thousands of years prior. What does it mean, that parts of his world should so distinctly resemble those of worlds he’d never heard of? Egypt, Greece, Rome… these foreign names keep appearing, linked with architecture and culture he could have sworn hailed from around the Inner Sea. It only makes his curiosity to set foot inside the temple grow stronger.
It seems impossible that any trace of scent from the temple’s rituals should remain, given how aged the structure is… but when he inhales, the faint smell Set mentions reaches his nose, just as it had in his dream. He wonders what other relics of the past might still cling to existence within, and follows the god inside, where the scent grows slightly stronger.
There is a strange feeling within, as well, like the building itself is holding its breath. It is a feeling he has long associated with holy places, sites of power and ritual, watched over by the divine.]
It’s just as I remember, [he murmurs. The ruined frescoes and mosaics… the mostly-intact relief carved into one wall. He approaches it, gazing up at the procession of figures. Now standing before them in person, he regards the figures with more clarity than he’d been able to muster before, noting the sistrum and the coiled serpents with curiosity. To him, the instrument hearkens to Osirion, and the serpent suggests wisdom and healing, but he is able to glean no further meaning from the relief.]
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The structure is foreign — and yet, the majestic stone construction, the style of the pillars strike a chord within him; like many buildings he’d seen in Springstar, this one hearkens back to his own home, to structures in Oppara that had been built thousands of years prior. What does it mean, that parts of his world should so distinctly resemble those of worlds he’d never heard of? Egypt, Greece, Rome… these foreign names keep appearing, linked with architecture and culture he could have sworn hailed from around the Inner Sea. It only makes his curiosity to set foot inside the temple grow stronger.
It seems impossible that any trace of scent from the temple’s rituals should remain, given how aged the structure is… but when he inhales, the faint smell Set mentions reaches his nose, just as it had in his dream. He wonders what other relics of the past might still cling to existence within, and follows the god inside, where the scent grows slightly stronger.
There is a strange feeling within, as well, like the building itself is holding its breath. It is a feeling he has long associated with holy places, sites of power and ritual, watched over by the divine.]
It’s just as I remember, [he murmurs. The ruined frescoes and mosaics… the mostly-intact relief carved into one wall. He approaches it, gazing up at the procession of figures. Now standing before them in person, he regards the figures with more clarity than he’d been able to muster before, noting the sistrum and the coiled serpents with curiosity. To him, the instrument hearkens to Osirion, and the serpent suggests wisdom and healing, but he is able to glean no further meaning from the relief.]
Is this the place you’ve been seeking?