Moments later, Ellena finally stopped her run. We saw ourselves in front of an enormous colorful fence made of logs.
How colorful? Different dyes of different pigments are used to make this style. They also seem to be a primitive art style, I don't know how to describe it but it's pleasing to the eyes.
"This is a village? I thought it was a temple." Ellena mumbled which I automatically questioned.
Temple? What's she talking about. It's not even near to what she described.
"Have you seen a temple?" I asked to halt her mesmerizing.
She shook her head, "Not ever since."
At her answer, I just naturally burst out into laughter. How could she describe it as a temple if she hasn't gone there?
Well, too much of it, it's not funny anymore as I realized I haven't gone there myself too.
I don't want to humiliate myself so I shifted her attention and recommended cautiously approach the gate.
"I hope they are not xenophobic." I unconsciously mumbled.
