(My advance apologies to anyone who does not care for the decorative scheme of this Temple. I thought it'd be neat, being that Aquarius is a water sign and all..)
Lighted rain pillars line the grand hall and cast an eerie blue glow upon the young woman that briskly stalks its length. The translucent paint stroked over the massive walls of the Aquarius Temple fades from aqua to shimmering tones of sea green as the light dances and plays over its mistifying surface.
Pain contorts Chere's pale face as she swiftly emerges into the main quarters of the Temple. She thoughtfully gazes through the clear floor beneath her booted feet, focusing on the shadows of fish as they swim beneath its dimly lit surface. She glances about, seeing no one around.
'No one understands,' she realizes in grim silence. Her mind races with images of the torturing of victims that she has witnessed in her eighteen years.. and of how the Force allowed their pain to become her own. She grimaces, recalling how their screams pierced her heart, how their agony flooded her body as if she were in their situation..
She turns to a viewport, desperately trying to block the excruciating memories that she cannot control, due to her Force talents being left untrained. She sighs in distress, assuming that no one could aid her in learning to use the Force to her advantage, instead of allowing it to haunt and torment her soul..
Lighted rain pillars line the grand hall and cast an eerie blue glow upon the young woman that briskly stalks its length. The translucent paint stroked over the massive walls of the Aquarius Temple fades from aqua to shimmering tones of sea green as the light dances and plays over its mistifying surface.
Pain contorts Chere's pale face as she swiftly emerges into the main quarters of the Temple. She thoughtfully gazes through the clear floor beneath her booted feet, focusing on the shadows of fish as they swim beneath its dimly lit surface. She glances about, seeing no one around.
'No one understands,' she realizes in grim silence. Her mind races with images of the torturing of victims that she has witnessed in her eighteen years.. and of how the Force allowed their pain to become her own. She grimaces, recalling how their screams pierced her heart, how their agony flooded her body as if she were in their situation..
She turns to a viewport, desperately trying to block the excruciating memories that she cannot control, due to her Force talents being left untrained. She sighs in distress, assuming that no one could aid her in learning to use the Force to her advantage, instead of allowing it to haunt and torment her soul..
