The thousand-year-old temple is dying, the jungle is swallowing it up again

The thousand-year-old temple is dying, the jungle is swallowing it up again. The goddess Astartèe is no longer honored, the rites have disappeared, as have the offerings. The amazons guardians of the place, who have become useless, have left. The faithful no longer come to sacrifice themselves for her. only the old sage, timeless guardian of dogma mourns the departure of his young and very spiritual blonde priestess who gave meaning to the life of the community, the joy of being able to honor a unique spirit in this very eventful universe. the jungle takes over, the plants cling to the sculpted stones, the animals take over the holy places. Silence is king, interrupted by the cries of birds and the sounds of the forest which mix in the deep corridors. the sun diffuses a peaceful light through the branches and leaves of the shrubs which is reflected in the pools of stagnant water. The damp earth and moss-covered walls exude a smell of earth and mystery. Is something missing? old Acalt was right again, nothing is definitive in this world.

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits