The Sky-Temple

A piece of random writing, dug up from the archives for your enjoyment. It's just a setting so far - the opening of a piece rather than the real meat.

The sky-temple sits among the city blocks as if it were nothing special. It is not visible from the ground, as it sits atop a building. But there, high above the streets, it is another world. The grass on the roof is lush, green and deep, comfortable to sit on. Butterflies flit aimlessly among the stunted cherry trees. There is a clear view to the ocean over the tops of shorter buildings, though some taller ones prevent a full panorama. There is a modest wooden structure in the centre of the improbable lawn. It is made of untreated pine and surrounded by a deck. Wooden wind chimes make occasional earthy sounds, and rich, moist earth is visible between the deck floorboards. The roof is tastefully decorated with curls and trestles and is tiled in red. The temple is two storeys tall and is the home of just one unusual boy. He listens, day in, day out, to the distant sounds of the city traffic far below.

Mokalus of Borg

PS - I'm not totally sure where I was going with it.
PPS - It was written some time ago.