Post by nateon on Aug 19, 2011 22:09:41 GMT -5
The silent breeze moved through the canvas, only disturbing it's rest by a fraction of an inch. The cut out pattern of a sun in the wall of canvas at it's far back wall shifted ever so slightly with the wind, contorting it's own image into something less recognizable as a sun. It happened every day, probably more than a thousand times- the canvas and wooden roof it was attached to were all that the temple had to protect it's worshipers and attenders- even the ground itself was uncovered, the grass dead from years without any proper sun gave way to dry dirt.
The stone table seemed to be the only thing of real interest to look at on the inside, part of it lit up by the sun-pattern at this time of day. One supposed in early morning that this sun pattern would shine upon this table--it had been designed as such. The face of the table held nothing for asthetic purposes, but the base was adorned with carved scenery- on one end, it was daytime, and everything was upbeat and joyful. On the other, it was nightime, but it wasn't sad as one might think--it showed night as a time of rest and recollection.
All the pillars and roof had similar scenery, but there were pillars dedicated to things- a certain element, emotion. Water, wind, fire, and earth adorned four of them. Water showed a rushing stream full of fish with people drinking from it, while wind had spirals and leaves being blown this way or that. Fire showed itself, carved in such a way to burn the pillar almost- all of them were made of wood, were they not? Earth was given rocks and trees, plants and animals-- earth governed all of them. The other four on the left side of the rectangular temple were adorned with emotions, specifically love, happiness, sadness, and anger. Hearts were all around the love pillar, while happiness showed a pair of clasped hands. Anger was filled with lightning-bolt like shapes, and sadness, tears.
For such a magnificent temple, one would think that it would constantly be filled with music, people, anyone and everything. The only noise from inside came from wind chimes hanging from the ceiling, made out of animal bones. It made wonderful music, but something was off. Nothing else stood for miles, and there was rarely a sign that a fire had occurred years before- only thing you could notice was a slight lack of real vegetation that filled Pulse- it was mostly grass, and a few vines that had started climbing up the pillars in an attempt to reach the sun. Flowers were scattered along the sides of the temple, flowing with the wind and ticking the edge of green canvas.
It was like no one had been there for years.
The stone table seemed to be the only thing of real interest to look at on the inside, part of it lit up by the sun-pattern at this time of day. One supposed in early morning that this sun pattern would shine upon this table--it had been designed as such. The face of the table held nothing for asthetic purposes, but the base was adorned with carved scenery- on one end, it was daytime, and everything was upbeat and joyful. On the other, it was nightime, but it wasn't sad as one might think--it showed night as a time of rest and recollection.
All the pillars and roof had similar scenery, but there were pillars dedicated to things- a certain element, emotion. Water, wind, fire, and earth adorned four of them. Water showed a rushing stream full of fish with people drinking from it, while wind had spirals and leaves being blown this way or that. Fire showed itself, carved in such a way to burn the pillar almost- all of them were made of wood, were they not? Earth was given rocks and trees, plants and animals-- earth governed all of them. The other four on the left side of the rectangular temple were adorned with emotions, specifically love, happiness, sadness, and anger. Hearts were all around the love pillar, while happiness showed a pair of clasped hands. Anger was filled with lightning-bolt like shapes, and sadness, tears.
For such a magnificent temple, one would think that it would constantly be filled with music, people, anyone and everything. The only noise from inside came from wind chimes hanging from the ceiling, made out of animal bones. It made wonderful music, but something was off. Nothing else stood for miles, and there was rarely a sign that a fire had occurred years before- only thing you could notice was a slight lack of real vegetation that filled Pulse- it was mostly grass, and a few vines that had started climbing up the pillars in an attempt to reach the sun. Flowers were scattered along the sides of the temple, flowing with the wind and ticking the edge of green canvas.
It was like no one had been there for years.
