"ACHOoO!!!!" Kyn cursed as he followed after the guide, 'I think someone mentioned my name!'
On the other hand, Bertha, Chris, and Kyn were escorted around the temple and introduced to its layout. They learned about the worshipping square, the housing street, and were promised a visit to the main altar tomorrow. The temple was constructed in the Ionic order using beautiful white Pentelic marble. It featured columns at the front and back but not on the sides of the platform, a design known as amphiprostyle. Due to its relatively small size, there were only four columns on each side, totaling 16 pillars in all. At the center of the temple stood an olive tree.
The temple's design was truly captivating, with its gleaming white marble and the serene ambiance created by the olive tree at its heart. Bertha, Chris, and Kyn were in awe as they explored the intricate details of the temple's architecture. The Ionic order's graceful columns and the amphiprostyle layout gave the temple an air of timeless beauty.
As they wandered through the worshipping square, they observed the faithful who had come to pay their respects and offer prayers. The temple seemed to serve as a spiritual hub, radiating a sense of tranquility and devotion.
Their guide explained the historical significance of the temple, sharing tales of ancient rituals and ceremonies that had taken place there. The temple had been a place of worship for generations, and the olive tree at its center was said to be ancient, carrying with it a sense of mystique and connection to the past.
"Hmm, I should have brought about my camera for this," Chris mumbled after seeing the majestic tree at the center, with an olive spring at its center. The Glow of the dim lighting around the edges of the temple brought out the allure of a golden chim. The roof itself was a masterpiece, A collection of steel ribs forming a steampunk-like pattern, bringing out a new age one younger than the marble age but belonging to the start of the industrial age.
After their enlightening tour of the temple, the guide led Bertha, Chris, and Kyn back to their luxurious living quarters. Each of them had been assigned a room that could only be described as a 6-star rated suite. These accommodations were nothing short of opulent and were filled with remarkable features.
One of the most striking elements in these suites was the chandeliers. These weren't just any chandeliers; they were magnificent works of art, dripping with crystals that caught and refracted the light in a mesmerizing dance of colors. The play of light against the carefully chosen décor created an ambiance of sheer luxury.
The bathrooms were equally impressive. The six-point showers were equipped with multiple spray faucets, ensuring a spa-like experience. Whether you wanted a gentle rain shower or a vigorous massage, the shower could cater to your preferences. The marble and gold accents in the bathroom added to the sense of extravagance.
As if that weren't enough, the suites also featured a well-stocked bar. What set this bar apart was the collection of wine, some of which were over 150 years old. It was a connoisseur's dream, offering an opportunity to taste history in every sip. The wine selection represented a journey through time, where you could savor the finest vintages from different eras.
Bertha, Chris, and Kyn found themselves in a world of luxury and comfort, where every detail had been meticulously thought out to provide them with an unforgettable experience. It was a perfect complement to their exploration of the ancient temple, offering them a unique blend of history and modern indulgence.
Kyn could not help but think back on the events of the day as he prepared to settle into his exquisite 6-star room. It had been a day full of emotions and events that had left him with a lot to think about.
He began with Flora's outing, which had caused considerable uproar. He recalled the lively outing, the laughter, and the time alone when she declared her stand, the cherished moments. Her daring spirit had shown brightly, and it had been a memorable day. But then he remembered Jasmine, who appeared concerned about Flora's decision to go out. He understood her anxiety, but it had cast a cloud over the otherwise pleasant day.
Kyn's thoughts then shifted to Bertha and Chris's interaction. There was a perceptible tension between the two that he could not quite pinpoint. It was as if an unseen animosity had grown, making him nervous.
Finally, and maybe most intriguingly, Kyn could not get his mind off the forge and the enigmatic black figure. The dream reminded him of a puzzle with missing pieces that he could not quite put together. It had left an imprint on him, one that would not disappear. With these thoughts racing through his mind, Kyn slipped beneath his bed's warm, sumptuous blankets. As he fell asleep, he thought that the night would clear up the mysteries of the day and that the dreamscape would unveil the missing parts of the intriguing puzzle.
In the darkness of his dreamscape, Kyn's mind began to weave a surreal and unsettling tapestry. Within moments, the ominous Khaos entity reappeared, and this time, something else caught Kyn's attention: the presence of Mot. The tiny snake, Mot, seemed to react to the entity's appearance with fear, a response that struck Kyn as highly unusual.
To Kyn's amazement, Mot, the diminutive serpent, found his voice and spoke out, trembling as he urged the dark entity to stay away. Kyn's surprise deepened, as it was the first time he had heard Mot speak. The voice was haunting, with a boyish tone that carried a slight echo, giving it a hint of a demonic quality. It sent shivers down Kyn's spine, and he couldn't fathom how this tiny snake had such an eerie voice.
"Ssss!!! For a creature made of darkness, you hide your aura quite well, Come out it is I Mot the harbinger of death. No man nor god can best me. ...sssS"
As Mot continued to speak and introduced himself as a Death God of Mesopotamian origin, the strangeness of the dream escalated. The more Mot spoke, the more Kyn was spooked by the contrast between the innocent-sounding voice and the profound implications of the being's identity. He could feel it from the ether, the whole world seemed to tremble the moment Mot finished speaking. Kyn imediately took this chance to clump down the snakes mouth.
"Sush!!! Can you feel it?"
'What kind of power is this', the snake thought to itself, his eyes now buldged out of it's sockets, 'This is not a dream, this is ...'
Amid this surreal exchange, the dark entity, previously silent, suddenly erupted in a hearty, metallic laugh that sounded like chains rustling together. It was a sound that echoed through Kyn's dream, filling it with a foreboding atmosphere.
Then, as abruptly as it had appeared, the dark figure vanished, leaving Kyn in a state of bewildered astonishment. But then again, a tear within the space right in front of him formed, from 10m... to 30m...it grew... 70m ...150m ... 500m. and From it Boom the figure emerged.
"You were saying?" came a thunderous voice.
'...it's ... its own world.'