There was a great rumbling as stone and mortar shift and turn in the chamber: the symbols on the walls moving into place as they refitted themselves into a legible common tongue.
In the beginning of the world, a once great empire of man rose to a state of enlightenment. It was the thinkers and builders of this time that built the temple around you. It served as a beacon for the celestial beings that had spun the very fabric of creation to come and rest and speak with the people so that they may learn more about their world.
This temple was erected as a sign of good hope and faith to those who had created all. And then the dark days came. The days when the stars fell to earth and The Fallen Ones went about causing their destruction. The people who lived here during this time were among the first to fall, never to stand back up again. Their kind has been erased from history.
And so this temple has stood for eons: nature reseeding itself amongst the stonework of man as all returns to it's primeval state.
((I kind of want to point out that I'm a couple glasses of white zinfandel in the bag right now...so I may have to go back and edit this later.))
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