The altar is lush with its red silk prayer bench. Many red and white candles provide a somber ambiance.
the front altar, Inside Temple
kings
scorpions
I am a scorpion in the desert of this kingdom. I spend most of my day hiding from the sun. I seek water and food mostly.
Sorry, sir! I was just looking for some water. I'm so thirsty, and I thought I saw a large lake over here, but now I think I was mistaken... delirious, perhaps... my apologies, sir. Well, you could try the baptismal font . . .it usually has plenty of water. Oh, thankyou so much. How generous. I shan't take much, I swear Help yourself, not too many babies being baptized in the desert.  At least this temple provides some shade from the heat. Ha! Didn't think of that. What is a place this fancy doing all the way out here anyway? This is where Saint Dwyfed once slept upon his holy pilgrimage, and spoke to a desert mouse about the wonders of god.  Centuries ago, a shrine was built in his honour. He spoke... to a desert mouse? I was going to say that sounds crazy, but here we are having a conversation so who knows. Who was this Saint Dwyfed guy? He is the most holy saint of our faith!  Once he fed an entire village with a single pea!  Elsewhere, he turned an entire lake into wine! Well, dang, I wish I'd found THAT lake when I was still thirsty. Well, it was several hundred years ago.  It is now known as the Lake of Vinegar.  Not nearly so tasty. Oh GROSS! Can't imagine that place is popular during summer vacation season, huh? Not any season really.  The village decided to move downwind a few years after the miracle.