[You are outside of a large, white brick building. A walkway leads between worn and crumbling statues, most of which seem to have been fine art in its prime and almost universally male. At the end of the path, white columns hold up a peaked, stone roof, and simple double doors lead into what appears to be a temple. The doors are simple, carved of some light stone, and both bearing a single stylized wing.
Though perhaps more striking, at each exposed wall, there's writing. Scores of languages, lettering and hieroglyphs, carved, painted, and scrawled in charcoal on the walls, most you can't read, but every now and then you might catch English or Japanese or …
Just above normal writing height is an inscription that repeats itself, circling the building. "Speakth here by pen or chisel alike, and know that thy words shall be heard."]