Karl sat at the top of the steps and watched the spectral images of the beast clerics going about their daily business, as if the temple was still operating, and not thousands of years destroyed.
At first, he had thought it was some sort of playback, a spectral image of their last day that they were forced to relive over and over, but when the acolyte that was headed for the field accidentally brushed against him, the feline beastkin paused, looked around, then shuddered and continued about their day.
Karl wondered if that meant that there was a duplicate of the temple somewhere else, that was supposed to be linked to this location, but couldn't be because the temple itself was destroyed.
Karl had been watching them for over an hour by the time that he realized that this was a form of closed anomaly. He could see the beast temple and its occupants, but it wasn't actually this temple, and they were not haunted.
At least not in the conventional sense.
