A Shattering Memory
It was in the deepest part of the misted woods.
Inside a chasm.
A shrine made of stone, battered with the passing of time and embraced with an ancient solemn air. There was a small cascading waterfall right behind the shrine, its silver water trickled and whispered over the stone dome.
The path was tricky.
Aesther carefully stepped over the moist and mossy stone as Ahzure led the way. They had been crossing the woods and climbing the steeply rising hill for hours now, and both were too tired to talk anymore.
There were few ways of travelling across the heavenly cities.
As most of them were seperated by different plains of existence, it was not possible to simply use the sky or road to travel. The Valleys of Moon were only accessed through dimensional gates.
Since the Grand Temple carried too many cosmic secrets and significance to their worlds, its gates were all well hidden throughout the heavenly cities.