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, no longer needed, 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 priestess, blonde with short curly hair and so beautiful who gave meaning to thelife of the community as well as the joy of being able to honor a unique spirit in a very hectic 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 ofthe forest that mixes 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 give off a smell of earth and mystery. something is 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