"So the shrine isn't merely a place of worship—it's hardware. You're encoding scripture into living architecture, letting every visitor add a heartbeat of data." He gave a low whistle of appreciation. "Elegant and resilient."
Talyra's companion, Nessa, offered a pleased nod. "Only one born beyond the Grove can speak it so plainly without sacrilege."
They stepped into a chamber shaped like a nautilus shell, its spiralling walls inlaid with moonstone tiles. Overhead, glyph-lanterns floated in gentle choreography, their light breathing in slow pulses that aligned with the hush of the distant canopy. A reflective pool claimed the floor's center, its black surface unmarred save for pinpricks of light that mirrored the equinox stars exactly as they would appear overhead weeks from now.
