Heaven is my throne,
and earth is my footstool.
What kind of temple will you build for me?
Where will my resting place be?
—Isaiah 66:1
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The sun that seemed to dry the world was blocked out, and the temperature was controlled to a comfortable level by magic artifacts, infusing the space with a unique atmosphere.
It wasn't because of the location, nor because of the surrounding devices. Perhaps those devices were imbued with the craftsmen's great dedication, revealing deep meanings, but it was not the result of culture; it was the accumulation of faith.
Faith.
The atmosphere accumulated in the space was that of thick faith.
Stained glass paintings, gilded candlesticks, plaster statues—everything existed to explain doctrine and extol faith. The value of all that existed was for the sake of doctrine.
