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The Lunar Sanctum rose before us like something torn from a dreamāor a nightmare, depending on how the light caught it.
It wasn't a building so much as a monument to something ancient and untouchable. Stone columns twisted skyward in spirals that seemed to defy gravity, their surfaces carved with symbols that hurt to look at directly. The architecture married the sacred geometry of a temple with the sweeping grandeur of a world-class museum, all flowing lines and impossible angles that made my eyes water when I tried to follow them to their conclusion.
Massive windows of black glass reflected nothing, drinking in light the same way the car's surface had. The entrance gaped open like a mouth, framed by an archway that pulsed with veins of silver running through the stone.
Beautiful. Terrifying. Alive in a way that made my skin crawl.
Everything in this realm had that distinct effect on me; either so beautiful it hurt or terrifying it filled me with dread.