Faint glitter stroked the oak trees. Unnatural. He reached out and touched a nearby oak. Green sparks leapt where his skin made contact.

A smooth quartz ceiling mirrors the blue lake below. Thousands of glowing serpents writhe in the waters scales glittering.

She crosses the gaps between galaxies. She files through the darkness of a star collapsed by the weight of unfathomable years. 

Do the great sandstone blocks remember their function as components of the temple? Did they draw down the breath of heaven?