The walls resound with a roaring silence, like a curtain of water that is hard to push aside. The dim light plays tricks with the eyes, making it seem that black-loaked figures are watching. The vaulted ceiling stretches up, disappearing into the darkness.

Pale blue flames burn in braziers in front of the black granite pillars that the shrine uses as supports, casting wavering shadows. No alter is to be found, though, if sought out, a table laden with drinks can be. Which includes tea. And biscuits

The only light is in the very center of the shrine, where the four great halls merge. Four large windows let light in in vibrant bars, illuminating a long, silver sword hanging in the air, under a marble compass rose. The light makes the shadows seem alive.

Are they...?