[The hallway feeds into a wide, arching atrium; the intricate designs and carvings continue up along pillars and brilliant stonework, not a seam dividing any of it, as if someone had just hewed the ruins out of a single mountain's belly.
The light is at the center of the room, an angled pillar that twists and curls as it arches through an opening at the height of the domed ceiling and climbs up into the clouds. Where the pillar of light touches the ground, there is a small altar about waist height, and on it, a boy. The boy standing beside G'raha, in fact.] Ah ha. There I am.
granpa graha like back in my day we woke up in an apocalyptic future and we didn't complain
The light is at the center of the room, an angled pillar that twists and curls as it arches through an opening at the height of the domed ceiling and climbs up into the clouds. Where the pillar of light touches the ground, there is a small altar about waist height, and on it, a boy. The boy standing beside G'raha, in fact.] Ah ha. There I am.