[colour=#c76ef0][h2][center]Aurora Halliwell[/center][/h2][/colour]

[colour=#c76ef0]Eye of The Beholder[/colour]
[colour=#c76ef0]In the Temple[/colour]

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As she stepped into the temple, she was immediately struck by its vastness and breathtaking beauty. The high-valued ceilings were adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant murals that depicted scenes of divine serenity and celestial beings. Compared to the humble temple in her village, this sanctuary felt like a grand cathedral, filled with ornate details at every turn. The flickering light from candles cast a warm glow across the polished stone floor, making the whole space feel alive with reverence.

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding with a mix of awe and nostalgia, she began to slowly walk down the main aisle. Her eyes darted from one beautiful feature to another, the elegant stained glass windows, that she knew if only there was sunlight, there would be a kaleidoscope of colours.

As she continued to move forward, a sense of peace enveloped her, momentarily easing the weight of her memories. It was at that moment that she noticed a small alcove to the right of her, illuminated by a cluster of candles, each flame flickering gently as if whispering prayers of their own. Drawn to it she approached and felt an overwhelming urge to connect with her past.

Kneeling before the candlelit space, Aurora closed her eyes and bowed her head. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, recalling the laughter and love of her parents. With a heart full of emotion, she whispered a silent prayer, [colour=#c76ef0][i]I hope you are both in a beautiful and peaceful place, surrounded by all the things that bring you joy. I miss you both more than words can express and every day I think about the memories we shared. I want you to know that I am committed to working hard and making choices that will make you proud of me. Your guidance and love continue to inspire me as I navigate through life.[/i][/colour] She poured her gratitude and longing into every word. Afterwards, she lit a candle, watching as the flame ignited with a soft crackle, sending a plume of smoke upward - a symbol of her hopes and memories rising to the heavens. In that moment, the temple felt not just like a place of worship, but a bridge connecting her to those she had lost, filling her with a profound sense of solace. She then went and sat quietly on a seat near the candles, and watched the flame flicker and crackle.