@aviitus â Liked for A Starter
   Spirits echoed in the stones of this place, this temple. They tugged at her mind to sleep. Let the dreamer dream of them. And she wanted to. Long since abandoned, the temple had slowly fell into ruin. Or perhaps it was being chipped away at, progressively by the humans. Green eyes looked about the temple, walking in a slow circle to get a good look. Always amazed her when they found these places. But this temple was not found, but lead to.
   The woman with Alabaster skin, the one who looked ageless in places like this. The one who seemed familiar from memories that were not her own. A downfall of being a dreamer; memories blending. It annoyed her the feeling she got from her. Not of her people but of The People. Curious.
      âYou learned much in your travels, yes? Perhaps you may tell me
       whose temple we are in.. Unless you are as lost as I am about it.â
   Attention turned to the fading murals on the wall, chunks missing from the important part of it;
    The Creator's Face.