In the heart of an ancient temple that stood tall in the realm of a forgotten civilization, lay a room that time itself seemed to revere.
It was a sacred chamber adorned with statues of gods, their faces carved with divine precision, their eyes eternally watching over the devout souls who sought solace within these hallowed walls.
In this room, an oracle knelt in silent communion. She was the conduit between mortals and the divine, her whispered prayers like delicate threads binding the earthly realm to the celestial.
With eyes closed, she chanted incantations that had echoed through centuries, seeking wisdom, foresight, and blessings from the stoic figures surrounding her.
As the oracle's voice resonated through the chamber, a peculiar disturbance rippled through the air.
