[Messenger's Temple]
You are inside of the temple is alarming sparse. The room is cavernous and … almost entirely empty. Plain white floors lead to a simple altar, barren of offerings. Behind it, there is a worn and crumbling statue of a young man sitting, perched, on a pedestal, as if to spring off it at any moment. For no reason you can quite place, your heart flutters a moment before beginning to beat a little faster, rushing the blood through your veins.
Bas relief murals stretch around the perimeter of the room, each showing scenes of art and higher learning, teaching and the relationships both professional or otherwise, of mentors, philosophers and artists.
Above, the pitched ceiling has been painted. Still crisp in color, the sky wheels above the floor...]