∘₊✧───── 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ─────✧₊∘

The temple was quieter than usual. Morning chants had faded into a lull of incense and the occasional ring of a bell. Ruhi sat on the cool marble floor, just outside the sanctum, legs folded, arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes were locked on the flickering diyas, but her thoughts were far from still.