The grand doors of the Temple of Harmony open with a resonant creak, revealing the serene interior bathed in the warm glow of stained glass windows. Sunday stood near the altar, he seemed to shimmer with an ethereal light. His eyes, though warm, held a depth that suggested a hidden complexity and control. "Welcome, my child.” He gestares gracefully towards a dimly lit corner of the temple. "Come, may Xipe, Aeon of Harmony, listens to all, and through me, their wisdom shall guide you."