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The interior of Silverskies’s temple was cool and dark, although the moment Wind Weaver steppes foot inside silver braziers along the edges of the room flared to life with eerie, ethereal blue flames dancing inside them. Strange shadows were cast across the elegant arches, the domed ceiling, and towering pillars of the temple’s interior, all in pure white marble and silver and alabaster.

Intricate carvings, crystal friezes, polished statues, and unearthly frescoes decorated the temple’s interior, displaying things from myths and legends featuring Silverskies, as well as creatures, ranging from dragons to thunderbirds to nymphs, that roamed the skies and manipulated the weather.

WW slowly spun around, soaking in the haunting beauty of the temple and letting memories she’d long ago forgotten or pushed away come flooding back.