The Temple

Musty yet warm hues engulfed the tangerine-robed man. The other occupants were dressed in similarly bright kasayas, murmuring amongst themselves about the precarious task they had undertaken. The ring of sacrifices was staring back at the man accusingly, like it knew how he had just betrayed his fellow contemplatives. Right on time, with a swishing motion, the candles dimmed. A single source of light from the centre of the circle sent the man into a hazy trance, and the eyes that locked with his certainly weren’t the ones from the script that everyone else was expecting. He, however, was delighted. 

Author's Note

Just a short piece for school that I did in about 15 minutes.