The tone with which the priestess spoke was entrancing. As certainty, reassurance and mystery switched protagonism on her voice, Brahms couldn't help but feel both at home and on a journey of it's own. He followed her lead in silence, letting the distant sounds reach him - as they walked into the second section, however, he felt the air shift.
He took a moment to observe the candlelight playing with shadows as it reflected on the water along the floor. Everything about the inner part of the temple - the scent, the acoustic, the lighting - was impossible to conceive as real when seen from the outside.
A remarkable way to put it, he thought to himself.
