Isabella slammed her door shut, and folded her arms. It was times on board the shrine when she hated life. It wasn't just the oracles... but sometimes, her own stupidity and embarrasment drove her mad. It wouldn't be long now. Some day, she would escape.
Before she knew it, it was day again. How fast life went when one was... "Angered". She stood up, on her feet, and gazed at the stars. They were the same as usual. Pink... Boring... To her, peace was nothing. Peace was normal... in essence, to her, peace didn't exist. It was only anger that she could really feel.
Isabella sat down, on the bare, man-made chair that stood in her meditation chambers. She could sense something... Something... Sleeping. Something... down... in the depths...
But then again, she had always sensed this. Just like she always wondered what it was. "Ha", she thought, pulling a book from the closest bookshelf.
10 hours later...
Isabella raced down the staircase. Could this be it? Could this be the answer?
The book. Entitled. The Shrine.
The Shrine had 4 levels and a basement, as made by man. The rest... was nothing. There was nothing out there. Or was there.
The map of the shrine. How small it seemed. How small the man-made sector seemed compared to the rest of the shrine itself.