In that cloister filled with the undying flames of a foreseen future, I remain standing amidst their warm, flickering glows.
It takes quite some time before Alexander's words eventually sink in my head. The two of us then stay in that position, exchanging looks and letting the quietude sprawl. That's until the crowd begins to stir. Only when we break eye contact and swivel around that the reason for this comes to light.
The Head Priest and Maiden Priestess have arrived along with a few more temple apprentices. Almost instantly, the noises and chatters die down. Everyone's eyes are now on these significant figures, following their every move. With that, we all watch how the Head Priest paces towards a single candelabra in the middle and brings the candle to a lattice holder at the center of the altar. Its flame is dimmer than the others, and unlike them whose hues are either blue or yellow-orange, this one's a scorching red.
