I wrote this several years ago and just found it in the archives of my blog. I wanted to share it with you again.
You enter the temple. An eerie quiet surrounds the few pilgrims, besides you, inside the hall of the inner sanctum. Yet it feels as if someone or something is watching from above. Your gaze travels toward the ceiling where a giant dragon is coiled in painted wood above your head. While you stand transfixed, yours and the creature’s eyes lock.
Then the unthinkable occurs. Someone claps their hands disturbing the peace of the sanctified place. Before righteous indignation registers, an amazing thing takes place. The dragon, in all its Imperial majesty, roars.
You cannot believe it. A trick of imagination and the awesome surroundings must have caused the breathtaking phenomena. Yet, another clap summons the dragon once again and you smile.
“So this is what calls the creature to wake.”
You hear someone whisper that the sound is a reverberating echo traveling between the parallel planes of the floor and…
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Ledia Runnels' "Mysterious Orient" 