You enter the %tem, thankful
for the respite from the harsh
summer sun and cold winds. You can hear
chanting in the distance...&
The stinging of prickly heat
is instantly soothed the moment
you enter the %tem sanctuary. In
the distance, you can hear the low
murmur of chanting. This is a
place of great tranquillity.&
The god who protects this
%tem must be great indeed, for it
is as bright as the summer day yet
comfortable as a shadowy place
within. A pleasant floral odor of
incense fills the air.&
You enter the %tem, shaking
the rain off of yourself. You can
hear chanting in the distance...&
You enter the hallowed
ground of the %tem sanctuary, the sounds
of the summer rain mixing with that of
the chanting clergy. All your
tension, like the water, flows away.&
A fine mist, escaped from
the tempest outside, has
flooded the %tem sanctuary
bringing all the smells of summer
with it. You recognize the sing-song
prayer of the clergy as a plea for
a benevolent winter sun.&
You enter the %tem, hoping
that your spirits can be lifted
on this gray, overcast day.
You can hear chanting in the
distance...&
As miserable as the
summer day is, it is
less eerie than the sterile
%tem sanctuary. No birds or
insects can be heard in here, and
the air is empty of both smell and temperature.
It may be very holy indeed, but you feel
like you have stepped into a void.&
The %tem sanctuary is a
haven for all, a place of self reflection,
solitude, and prayer. It is
always perfectly mild in
here, as cold and cloudy as the
day outside may be...&
You enter the %tem and a
chill fall breeze follows you
into the hallowed halls. You can
hear chanting in the distance...&
The musty smell of autumn in
the outside air becomes mixed with
the spicy odor of incense as you
enter the %tem sanctuary...&
The stained glass windows in
the %tem sanctuary catch the
rays from the bright autumn sun
and transform them into crystalline fire.&
You enter the warm %tem,
shaking the cold rain off of
yourself. You can hear chanting in
the distance...&
Wet from the autumn
thunderstorm, you enter the %tem, dripping.
The warm smell of
incense begins to invigorate you, and in
the distance, you can hear the
%tem clergy at prayer.&
It is a place of peace, this
%tem sanctuary. Only by
concentrating on the world outside
yourself can you hear the
vague drumbeat of the autumn
thunderstorm outside.&
You enter the %tem, hoping
that your spirits can be lifted
on this cold, overcast day.
You can hear chanting in the
distance...&
It is a miserable autumn
day, but within the %tem,
there is faith yet that the winter
may not be so deadly...&
Cold, dark clouds hang over
the %tem, but within you find,
all is bright and warm. Billowing
clouds of perfumed incense greet
the fog of your breath.&
You enter the %tem, rubbing
your hands together to warm them
on this frozen winter's day. You
can hear chanting in the
distance...&
The %tem sanctuary is as
austerely beautiful as the
bright winter's day outside.
Tendrils of sweet incense rise
from the floor as if in greeting...&
On a day as cold as it is
blindingly bright, it is easy
to see why this part of the %tem
is called the sanctuary. Far off to the
distance, you can hear
the clergy at prayer.&
You enter the %tem, shaking
the cold off of yourself and
stamping your feet to warm them.
You can hear chanting in the distance...&
Brushing the cold off you walk
into the %tem sanctuary. The smell
of incense strikes you immediately;
spicy and somewhat sweet...&
You trail some cold into the
%tem sanctuary as you enter. The
air is as cold as the outdoors,
yet filled with the smell of
incense and the sound of the
clergy praying...&
You enter the %tem, rubbing
your hands to warm them and
hoping that your spirits can be
lifted on this cold, overcast day.
You can hear chanting in the distance...&
Already you can feel the
power of the %tem sanctuary,
thawing your frigid body,
brightening your spirits which
have grown dark as the cloud
filled sky...&
Strange sounds and smells
meet you as you leave the cold,
cloudy winter's day: the incense's
bittersweet aroma is new to
your senses and the clergy of %tem
sing solemnly in a language dead
for many eons...&
You enter the %tem and a
chill spring breeze follows you,
bringing with it the smell of
fresh air. You can hear chanting in
the distance...&
It is bright and fresh in
the %tem sanctuary as the spring
day outside. In the distance, you
can hear the chanting of the
clergy.&
The smell of the fresh arctic air
of spring that came into
the %tem sanctuary with you mixes
with the slightly spicy smell of incense.
You can hear the clergy far
away, giving a pray of thanksgiving for
the beauty of the new year.&
You enter the %tem, shaking
the cool rain off of yourself.
You can hear chanting in the distance...&
Trailing puddles of warm
spring rain behind you, you enter
the %tem sanctuary. An open
window lets the smell of the storm
in, overpowering the sweet
incense of the %tem itself.&
Wiping the cool rain from
your shoulders and head, you walk
into the %tem sanctuary. Off to
the distance, you can hear the
clergy, prayer in a sing-song
for a good planting season for the farmers...&
You enter the %tem wishing
that the sun would return and make
the day a truly pleasant one.
You can hear chanting in the distance...&
You walk into the %tem,
smelling the sweet incense that
rises like a cloud from the
sanctuary floor. In the distance,
you hear the clergy praying
for a return of the sun to this
dreary and cold spring day...&
You enter the %tem, gray as
this spring day sky. Almost immediately the bittersweet
smell of the incense strengthens your spirit.
The clergy drone their prayers far off in the distance.&
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