Talk:Eyeless Skull/@comment-5607217-20130623143034

Excerpt from forum - he/her said that it is alternate conclusion of A Shrine_of_the_Deep_Blue_Heaven

On the surface they sanctified one Shrine every year, on the night of the shortest day, to lure the Sun back. They kept building them after the city's Fall, but those shrines were different. This is one of those. The tiles are blue-glazed here, too, but the glaze is deeper and brighter, even after all these centuries. You never expected to describe a tile as 'defiant', but these are defiant tiles. And so is the peeling gold-leaf sunburst on the shrine's dome. Horses are depicted, rearing to the sun: eleven hooded figures shrink away from its rays. "We are still here," the shrine seems to say, "and we have not forgotten."

But it is dark, and empty. Except that some wit has perched a curiously ugly skull on the circular altar. You spend the rest of the day sketching the shrine before you leave... and snag the skull. The more you look at it, the uglier it seems to grow, but someone will no doubt well pay for this curiosity.