Sebastian ventured further inside the temple, his senses on high alert. The scuttling of shells and claws grew louder outside.
He peered up at the faded frescoes, picking out remnants of color—a wing, an eye, a raised hand.
A column caught his gaze, cravings more discernible than most. Mythical beasts were carved there, interacting in some story now lost to time. Their abstract forms seemed to twist and turn before his eyes, blurring in the dancing dust motes.
Sebastian had been to many temples, abandoned cities, and caves. He often saw these kinds of images around, but he never stopped to think about what they represented.
But why? What did these things depict? What were those angelic forms and mythical creatures on the walls and windows?
