The temple had seen many years of solitude. Great pillars of white had gone gray without cleansing, and the floor gritty with withered vegetation that had been swept within by the breath of wind.

When the priestesses found this abandoned temple, they found beauty beneath the cobwebs. They discovered joy beneath the film of time. It only needed to be uncovered. Their labor was hard, and often did the handles of their brooms break and splinter their palms. But they labored on, uncovering a sanctuary for themselves. It happened quicker then they ever could have imagined, watching the marble gleam and soak in the sun. Their heartbeats reverberated deep into the foundation, and the temple opened its eyes to a new life.
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