I was walking up the steps to a temple hewn from stone. Every possible surface had skulls sitting there. Human skulls, everywhere.
I stood at the top of the stairs, surrounded by human skulls, watching the Petitioner approach. I was watching her with disdain and disgust. How dare she come here! She who sees yet is blind!
The Priestess blocks the door to the temple. There is no other way in. I don’t know why I’m here. Only that I’ve been called to enter. I don’t know who I am. Only that my identity is hidden inside. But the Priestess is furious. She refuses to speak to me. The door is just small enough that her frame fills it completely.
This defiler throws sounds at me as if I were to be commanded? I will not stoop to the Petitioner’s level. She shall not pass. There is nothing within for her. This is not her place. This is mine.
So many skulls, the temple is hidden by them. So many skulls…
(Hard to understand? Read each other paragraph. I was both Petitioner and Priestess at the same time.)