The Spirae Animarum was a tornado of iridescent light, spinning in a torrent that stretched across its raised marbled platform at least thirty feet in diameter. Shooting upward, towering endlessly above, it pierced through the canopy of darkness into an unknown destination.
Below this platform, four grand steps emptied onto a terrace of white flagstone, etched with runes that danced with a golden hue, pulsing to the beat of the Spiral. Down another four steps presented a courtyard of people who seemed to roam in aimless paths, their faces distorted in confusion as they wandered.
Standing sentinel around the entire Spirae Animarum stood women who were at least seven-feet tall, dressed in white robes that were befitting a Greek goddess, posted every few feet. Their dark hair, teased by the
