Re: [Murals]
[The moment you touch the cool, slick tiles you feel a sense of vertigo as your mind slips into a dreamlike state. Images and knowledge rush past you, leaving behind flashes, impressions and lingering convictions.
In the rush you make out: The soft sound of breeze, and on it, the regal cadence of a marching song. Your sub unit was once the messengers, the living connections between the people and the gods themselves. You valued your connections, as they were important to your work as well as to yourself.
You return to yourself with an odd, instilled feeling of pride and resolution.]