The Fourfold Offering
You find a circular temple chamber lined with soot-dark reliefs of hooded worshippers. At its center, four stone disks stand before an altar, their carved words catching a faint amber glow. Three inscriptions ring the altar, and a shallow black bowl waits beneath a red crystal. Warm air smells of ash and old incense; each disk gives a dry stone click when turned, while thin lines of light connect the disks to four numbered sockets.