Stepping through the portal you emerge once more in the temple. The shattered windows have been replaced with stained glass of incredible intricacy. A bright playful light shines from without, sending colors dancing across the dusty floor. You feel you could watch the colors kaleidoscope forever, every cell of color breaking into new patterns of incredible intricacy. Where the light hits the tapestry, it glows as the patterns overlap and interact, painting pictures only to release them the next moment in an ebb and flow which intrigues and delights you.
“Such is the stuff of poetry,” whispers the goddess. “I do not mean to rush you, but my time here is limited. You must proceed.”
You tear yourself away from the tapestry to see another portal open. It glows a radiant gold.
“Enter the Realm of Truth.”