The doors to the temple were massive things, ancient in design but crafted of new stone. A fire burned on either side of them, pushing back the darkness, but the fire was thin as if its fuel was running low. The flickering flames showed words carved into the door, thousands upon thousands of words, running into each other and yet somehow all separate. Vulcan, Terran, and like the first set of doors, the ancient Terran language of Latin. They were closed, and from the look of it, locked, protecting the inner most place of Pike's mind.
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Date: 2009-09-12 07:06 pm (UTC)