Blood Temple (1)

"The Goddess has arrived!" said a female sage.

The people on the ceremony platform, who were chatting and discussing, stopped everything. Everyone looked at the hall of Blessing Mountain.

The first thing that caught their eyes was the hair that was as black as the night sky. Each strand of hair was uniquely braided like a flower. The hair on the snow-white shoulders was as smooth as silk. With the solemn and noble steps of the goddess, they bobbed rhythmically.

The tail of the skirt was dragging slowly on the carpet covered with olive flowers. The spirit of the wind was lingering around this soft and slender figure and danced with the leaf.

A pair of eyes even more beautiful than all the breathtaking scenery of Santorini was revealed. If they could understand the hidden emotions in those eyes, they would feel the endless gentleness of the owner of these eyes.