Shafts of pure light slanted across the pristine walls, filling the center of the gorgeous caisson. Devotees moved among them, suddenly enveloped by an aura of sanctity, which rendered their movements and mindsets devout.
A portion of the faithful were praying in the Church Hall.
Meanwhile, a more fervent group bowed their heads in prayer in an identical hall beside the church, murmuring to themselves.
The environment here was dim, with the dome overhead enveloped in darkness, illuminated only by a glowing circular moon disc. The gentle moonlight spilled onto the hoods of the worshippers.
In front of the praying believers, an immaculate Whitestone Statue was embedded into the wall. It had a white jade skirt that resembled armor, with layered, overlapping arrangements that were quite lavish. On its shoulders, it had two sets of arms spread out. A pair of slender arms crossed over the chest in prayer.
