The dust flutters, passing through the beams of light that peeked through the cracks of rubble. The walls and ceilings were destroyed. And the earth mourned, pained, and cracked. Venomous air swirled within the broken temple. A row of pillars, tired and weary, at the verge of collapsing. What was left of the once bright and wide hallways where the deities walk was a narrow walkway where even two people could not fit. However, at the end of the passage awaits a spacious area where an altar still stands. It was wide enough to hold the grandest banquets. However, the floor was no longer smooth and shiny, decorated with sharp rocks, dust, and dried blood that couldn't be rid of.
On the stone platform was an altar. Or what was once an altar.
