The Temple stands four stories tall,
blocks of solidified ice built in a sturdy
arrangement that allows the viewer to
see within its walls from the outside,
I stand there for some time, hesitating,
there are two giant human-like statues
guarding the outer doors, they are made
of pure ice, I am rattled at how they were
made, they are like the work of Roman
sculptors, their arms are held above their
heads outstretched but with hands in a
prayer position, their eyes are hollow holes
that bare into the soul,
Every Ghost Person who enters the Temple
first stands at the foot of the right structure
and nods to it as if greeting an old friend,
I decide to do the same, perhaps in reverence
to the craftsmanship, perhaps in respect of
their culture, mostly because I hope that
someone is watching, the Ghost People
within the walls surprise me by stopping,
they stand still beside large columns and
particular arches, pausing in prayer for
many minutes, humming towards the
sculptures, being still to know their God,
This is the only time I've ever seen them
stand in one spot, the only noises I've heard
them utter, the only reprieve from their
bustling lives, and it suddenly fills me with
a warming calm to know that they believe
in something more.
