She climbed the steps in the dark. Once, it had been a grand temple. All that remained were a few crumbling steps and a platform open to the stars.
As the sky lightened, she set down a golden bowl, filled it with water, and chanted. She felt exposed and afraid.
The first rays of sunlight hit the bowl, filling it with an unearthly glow. The reflection that stared back wasn’t her own, but it smiled warmly at her. She was filled with a sense of peace.
The invaders had torn down the temple, but the old gods hadn’t been forgotten.

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