Re: [Outer Sanctum - Reception]
[You find yourself in what was once a vast, octagonal room. Where simple, clean white walls had stood whole and unblemished, they now phase in and out of existence. Flickering now and then, along strange lines, as if becoming unraveled rather than crumbling, you can catch flashes of things beyond here and there.
No matter how long you watch the scattered and disorganized patterns along the walls, no sign of any doors shows itself beyond the temple door behind you.
Perhaps even more vexing is the floor is missing in vast chunks... and beneath it is an endless drop.
What is left of the floor, pieces of what was once an enormous mural, is now suspended on crisscrossed string and webbing, swaying gently under the give of both. Now and then, another piece flickers in and out of existence out of the corner of your eye.
The paths of suspended stone circle around what was once the center of the mural. Four large, colored tiles: red, yellow, black and blue.]