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The temple of the beast-men, a place of power and unity with the original concept of their being, is not a structure made of stone and metal, although it often looks to mortal men like dolmens on dolmens in a man-made cave. In essence, each temple of the beastmen is a part of the birthplace of their father or mother, a believing forest, water and sky that have become a part of the vision and touch the real being again with tiny patches - paths of hard surfaces along which horned and winged figures scurry, again and again and again touching the source of their being, singing hymns to the beast god of their tribe. And in times of need and disaster, this whirlpool can break through completely, devouring and confusing with turquoise anyone who treats this place unworthily.
