A fly-through the temple of the celestial unconscious. Come float along with me as we soar through temples of souls long gone. Don't worry, we're not stopping for lunch here.
You arrive at the Temple and realize you have always been there. It's visions, its pieces of imaginations left by those long dead are suddenly yours to play with. But we are just flying through debris of our collective unconscious on this one. I'd not want anyone to miss going to work over it.
