Below the altar were winding steps, constantly forking in different directions. I followed some instinct within me, and moved for what seemed like hours. My small lighter was all that kept me from complete darkness.
After what seemed like an eternity, I came upon a room. It would be more accurate to describe it as a cave; a pool of clear blue water sat in the centre, and stalactites hung menacingly above, dripping with moisture.
I lay by the side of the pool and attempted to get some rest.
Again, I dreamed. I was floating above the temple, looking down at this unnatural construct in the middle of an icy wasteland. From here I could see that the temple itself was a geometric figure; almost a five-pointed star, though my mind turned over whenever I tried to hold it all in my mind.
I plunged through the cold night air, whistling past the cairns of the dead, through to the church and down where the altar once stood, passing others as they climbed down the stairs. I passed my own body, lying on the side of the pool, and down into the water.
The... thing I saw last night was still there. Its appendages danced a strange and maddening dance as I beheld its immensity, its power. A glassy eye opened, and I felt it look into my soul. Eight more eyes opened, then more, countless misty piercing eyes focussed only on me I scream and scream and scream and
I woke up, gasping for breath, and scrambled away from the water. I needed to be as far away from the water as I could possibly get. I continued to descend down the steps, and came upon a grand sight.
It was a city of some sorts. Towering, bulbous buildings built beneath the temple promised solidity, and I entered the closest one. Inside was a large hall, with a circle of seats surrounding a deep hole in the ground. Others had already arrived.
The ghost of
Sajin
hovered above, weeping and shaking. "One must enter. One must enter." His form shakes apart, drifting ephemera that slowly fades from view.
