The Fourfold Rite of the Dusk Temple

The temple chamber is circular and hushed, its walls lined with carved processions of robed figures whose hands repeat the same four gestures again and again. Dust lies undisturbed over a bronze inlay in the floor, yet the central dais is polished by old fingers. When anyone enters, the incense bowl gives off cedar, salt, ash, and honey in a looping rhythm, and the stone reliefs click softly as if listening for the right order.