"In the way of the water, ever flowing in the direction of a peaceful world, standing against the darkness–open," Bastian spoke the mystical words that seemed attached to the door.
As the words left the lips of the nomadic man, a "click' resounded before the twin, scale-etched doors parted for the two, opening up to reveal what lay beyond. The way the doors opened, with an old, drawn-out groan, it definitely seemed as though they weren't used often.
"--"
Standing at the threshold, he looked into what awaited inside of the secretive temple. The interior was made out of a material foreign to him; lined with cerulean marble that sparkled against the faintest glimmers of light.
Providing light within the interior of the temple were torches attached to the walls, providing soft, verdant flames of a unique shade.
