Re: [Faceless Temple]
[The woman sits on the throne, her hands settled on each armrest and her back carved with alert posture, head lifted high and her faceless, eyeless gaze trained down the hall where a large part of the front-including the doors had long since been crushed under falling rock.]
[Behind her, the scratchings seem regular and neat as if they were...
You feel a soft breeze, circling around your ankle... and the words resolve themselves for Edward's eyes: Thine warm, forgiving smile we beg, o greatest mother of mothers. Separate though we live, time shalt returnest thy children to thine arms full of love and life.]