968 words (5 minutes)
People still speak fondly of the pantheon that was.
It's not yet been so long that it has passed out of memory, though each year more children are born without the warm assistance of Oriah and raised without the guiding light of Ralles.
To them the stories are just stories.
756 words (4 minutes)
Something has changed in this temple, and I am afraid.
My sister-priestesses, even some who have proven themselves devout and fastidious caretakers, have been noticeably neglecting their duties.
And the mold creeping in seems to return as quickly as we clean it off.
595 words (3 minutes)
Another sneeze. She wasn't sure what to do about how hard it was becoming to stifle them. This time she just barely had time to bring the handkerchief to her face.
She folded it quickly before shoving it back in her bag, trying to ignore the mold increasingly covering it.
2721 words (14 minutes)
From the once-brilliant First Temple of Lyenne, the light of Wisdom fades out.