It is solemn. There are candles lit everywhere and the although the temple is full, no one is speaking and all you can hear are muted scuffling feet.  There is an eerie shadow cast on the walls that look like there are ghosts moving from this realm to the next.
Inside Temple, Inside Temple
ghost
although the temple is full, no one is speaking and all you can hear are muted scuffling feet.
I came to worship the goddess of the forest. I stand silent, muffling a cough. I am not sure I believe in the goddess. I come here mostly because everyone else in the village comes but I would much rather be home working.
Goddess? Is that you speaking?  Goddess?  No . . .  I had a name once . . . but what was it?  No matter, is someone here to answer for their sins? Ask the Goddess for your name. She will answer. Yessss once life flowed through the veins of the divine, but now it is naught nut a hollow husk of itself.  What use is a Goddess without those to worship it?  It has been many years since anyone has visited this temple, much less any who knew the name to whom it was dedicated. I know my goddess by the name Barbara. In ancient times she worked at a law firm, but because of her gender she never got assigned a case. Ever since the apocoplyse 200 years ago she has become forgotten. But I know deep in my heart that the more I stare at the name plate that sat at her desk, I feel more loved. There is nothing for you here.  This Barbara is but a withered husk, a shell of what once was, never to be again. No! You shall pay for the wrong you have done to others, in this life or the next! I will kill you a thousand more times! For Barbara! With each death I bring you closer to your fate, just as you bring me closer to mine! I will make this disappear to where it will never be found! But there is one thing you will never have!  The Rosary of Barbara!  The . . .  Barbary!