The sky is dim, heavy clouds hanging low over the barren land of the Golden Wasteland. Jagged ruins rise in the distance, and the wind carries the faint sound of forgotten memories and the howls of the creatures lurking in the shadows. The ground beneath your feet is cracked and dry, with the occasional flicker of light from nearby spirits whispering their silent tales.

you eventually make it to the last part... You lit up the candles and goes to meditate in front of the statue.

...

you open your eyes again, now in the space room where the Elder reside in spiritually, and The Elder is in the middle of meditation but he doesn't mind being visit, since it been awhile since the Skykids who isn't moth visit him.