The moment Joseline stepped her feet into the temple where the transmigration would be performed, she couldn't help but gasp.
This place was unlike anything she had ever seen. The walls were made of smooth black stone, polished to a mirror-like finish. The floors were inlaid with intricate mosaics depicting scenes of transformation and rebirth.
The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the light was dim and shadowy, cast from a thousand flickering candles.
The temple was a window into the past, a place where the ancient ways were preserved and honoured. Every detail of the temple's design reflected the past.
The mosaics on the floor were a complex tapestry of history, depicting scenes from mythology and folklore. The incense burned in great brass braziers, their designs dating back to a time long forgotten.