Temples, Holy sites and natural wonders. Discovered by Reid on his expeditions into Olith.
Temple of Snow
Their ichor ran both into and out of them into endless diverting rivers of time and timelines. It dripped out into the container/realm which Thurston/Azora has placed to measure the extraction. It dripped and dripped into every corner, every space, every place into the vessel for which it was destined. The ichor was bright. It would overflow and spill and run. Within the ichor was the shadows of the past and the lights of the future. There were possibilities. There were histories and nostalgias and dreams. The visions were wide. The chronologies were cold.
Temple of Earth
By Cerise’s power, the hovel was converted into a monolithic edifice filled with endless hallways and rooms overwhelmed with every possible iteration of every possible space. Olith the man could feel Olith the realm compressed into this single temple, and this made him uncomfortable. Olith was not sure what Cerise meant by this gesture, even after she told him it would heal how here he was. It only gave him more questions, which seemed to be what the goddesses wanted in order to relieve their own omniscience, in order to fulfill their longing for something to confound their unconfoundability. Cerise left please, finding Olith’s confoundment, finding purpose in fulfilling Olith’s anxiety, satiating her desire for purpose beyond herself.
Divine Ingress
“Reid” stepped out onto the water. The gold bowls of candles began to levitate. Their flames appeared. Walking out onto the water, “Reid” felt his heart start to swell. The rhythm in his heart changed. “Olith” saw, through the open portal, a helicopter land. He saw himself step down, step onto the water. “Olith” stood and stared at himself through the portal. He waved.
He waved back. They walked closer. They saw the colors in their eyes. They saw the fingernails. They saw the small cracks in their lips. They spoke. They lifted their hands. Their oceans unsettled. Their skies morphed. Their clouds swirled. Their chests leaned in. Their light blasted and their bodies fused.
Temple of Air
And by Xanthe’s power, Olith’s body was converted into a swirling edifice which diffused Olith the man out in endless substances throughout the realm. His mother gave him a great diffusal, diffusing him into the air, into the soil, into every substance, as every substance. He was all matter, every-thing. Olith, the realm, could feel Olith the man being constantly diffused out, and this made him uncomfortable. Olith was not sure what Xanthe meant by this gesture, even after she told him it would heal how it he was. This only gave him more questions, questions that the goddesses had come to rely on in order to relieve their omniscience. Xanthe left pleased, having taken the questionable substance from Olith to satiate her hunger for confusion.
Temple of Permutation
The great sages of Olith say that the Temple is impossible to travel too. Never deciding on a single home, it is constantly changing forms and uprooting its past. Only those who are actively seeking change and progress will find the Temple of Permutation
