The temple was quiet, the weather outside a perfect foggy and cold mix. Amals realm had been neglected for quite some time. He hadn't had the time to spend in his own world. His own realm.

It was still a wonder that Amal had his own realm. A place to just exist. It certainly wasn't the active and welcoming Temple of the Voices. How Amal loved his Voices.

This realm cut a poor figure to the bustling temple, but Amal wasn't one to complain.