The smooth grey stone beneath your bare feet seems to sparkle with tiny rainbow - coloured inclusions. The colours seem to be reflected off the plain whitewashed walls of the courtyard. They also enhance the stark besuty of the red brick Temple; a single building which dominates the skyline.

The sky above is clear, deep blue and the sun is hot on your bare head as you reach the marquee in the centre of the ancient courtyard.

You enter the marquee, and see a glowing green hypnotic disk spinning slowly on a stand, blown by the gentle wind. There are seats: some of them occupied by glassy-eyed students who arrived early.

You are alone. Driven by curiosity, you came here: now your curiosity burns further, tinged with a hint of umbrage that nobody seems to have come out to greet you yet.

Something draws your attention. It is a squeaking sound from the far end of the courtyard. Turning to look, you see a red door which wasn't there before. It opens of its own accord, as if beckoning you to enter ...

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