Warm Breeze

Along the worn walls of the fissure came a warm smell of cloves and other spices on a warm breeze that flowed outwards.

"Smells like mid-winters feast in here!" Sniggered Skaran. "Better than the usual mouldy old smell."

The fissure widened out into a large cavern. Scattered around the entrance were a few small tents, their occupants the source of the smells.

At the far end of the cavern, glowing softly was the aspect of the Oracle. Faintly visible in the dim light were crystal-like lines in the air, converging on the flat surface of the purple polygon.