As the trio finished their walk towards the shrine, their hair was frizzled from the gusts of wind, they quickly got themselves together. Isaac was the first to walk into the shrine, soon followed by Apollo, then Artemis. They stared at the shrine’s atmosphere, it was clear to them that prior to when the world was hit with static, it was a small but humble town church. The renovations were rough, the green paint barely coated the full walls, ceiling lights barely hanging. The only thing properly plastered on, was freshly hung photographs of the man Amir, Amir closest to the goddess. When the goddess attacked humanity with this static image of life, she was spoken to by Amir. This single act sent Amir status to a regular man, to the prophet of a new born religion. This in result had made Amir an important figurehead in a religion in infancy, one born out of the revelation of the goddess in the divine. Yet again Isaac was first to sit within the Shrine’s long benches, soon followed by Apollo, seated a mere inch away from him. Then Artemis, seated across from them, at the center was the priest. The priest was already in the middle of his preaching, he wore a cocky smile. His clothes were all materialistic, top brands embedded in his skin. “Within reason, Amir, and our great goddess, our hourly woman, shall grant this shrine the glory of her divinity”. “All I ask from you, is to show charity, to show passion for her words, thou shalt never need to feel forced”. “But she requires the green not to greed, but for our green to bloom our building, to enhance our lives from the gospel which I teach”. “The gospel that will raise our lives, she is one with sand and wheat”. “Her love for the Vultures who mark an end of a cycle and feed on the remains, the flower Sirrus, put these on your altars for the great hourly woman”. “Light a candle, and count to your finger tips the letter amount within her name so beautiful, it puts Aphrodite to pitiful shame”.