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At the edge of the farmlands, where the sprawl of fields meets the rising bustle of Central Embrathis, a great temple stands in well-kept gray stone. Its surface shows the touch of wind and weather, yet every line and joint is tended with care, giving it the solid dignity of a place deeply rooted in daily life. A wide courtyard spreads before the doors, with a broad stone well at its heart, its waters drawn by farmers and travelers alike before prayers. Lanterns drift lazily above the courtyard and temple eaves, glowing blue against the muted stone, guiding those who come at dusk. The entrance bears a large tapestry of metallic thread, its design shifting each season as it is replaced by the next, and within the temple, sunlight pours across the tapestry in progress. The hall is expansive, built to welcome many, with long rows of pews and the gentle hush of water echoing from within, while lanterns keep the air bright and steady long after night settles across the fields.