Chapter 41 The Temple Of Forgotten Truths

• The morning sun painted the mountains in hues of gold and crimson as Meher and Ayaan approached the ancient temple. Carved into the side of a jagged cliff, the structure looked less like a building and more like a piece of the mountain itself—timeless, immovable, and steeped in mystery. Vines and moss clung to its stone surface, but despite centuries of neglect, the temple exuded an aura of quiet power.
• “This is it,” Ayaan said, his voice reverent. “The Temple of Forgotten Truths.”
• Meher’s gaze swept over the towering stone pillars, the intricate carvings that seemed to pulse with life. Wolves, moons, stars, and ancient runes intertwined in a mesmerizing dance across the temple’s facade. Every symbol whispered of stories untold, of secrets hidden away from the eyes of the unworthy.