VII . The Temple
I find myself in an elegant yet empty hall, held up by a forest of tall and imposing columns. On the walls of the pillars, silent faces observe my arrival.
The divine and the demonic converge in this place. With the proper desecration, a pantheon is the most prone to become a pandemonium, just as a womb can become a tomb.
A path was created for each of us, our own Mystery. Penitence, redemption, retribution... it's all the same. Fear of abandonment is really fear of death and the resonance of shadows echoes in what is left behind.
In the midst of the storm, touching land is an unresolved ambition, driving the ship on and on. But the ship is fragile and the cargo is heavy. Heavy is the burden of fear that is sublimated in the waves of the present.
From the depths of this hall, a blurry and faint glow catches my attention. I obey the call. A pact? A promise made in darkness?
