Kestrel finally stood at the base of the immense white building. It wasn't until this moment that she grasped its true size—peering up from the base, the roof was almost beyond her line of sight.
Here, the night sky shone even brighter, adorned with a slow-spinning dance of multicolored lights, swirling into miniature vortexes. Beneath this spectacle, the pure white walls glowed with a radiance akin to fine porcelain, bestowing a sense of reverence and solemnity.
The tiny kitten she'd been carrying seemed unnerved by the sight of the building, wriggling restlessly in her arms.
Kestrel put the kitten down, freeing it to explore the surroundings.
The area was eerily silent, void of any signs of life. Kestrel sent out her psychic incarnation, only to be halted by the wall before her.
