The portal deposits you back in the temple. The ground feels different. Looking down you see the debris has been cleared from the floor, revealing a finely detailed mosaic. You feel the pattern holds some greater meaning, but you cannot discern what it is. The pattern stretches as far as the eye can see, and you despair of ever seeing it all, or understanding its mysteries. Though where the tapestries touch the ground the pattern seems to unfold.
“The truth is vast is it not? Come now, our time grows short.”
The final portal opens, gleaming white.
“Enter the Realm of God.”