In the Tales for Makers chronicles, a legend tells that Ray encountered a strange building for worship during one of his adventures – not a temple but something undoubtedly connected to the spirituality of the world he was exploring.
It was a majestic metal structure, as high as a five-storey house and as wide as a football field, and was positioned in the centre of a valley, surrounded by 11 – Ray was sure it was 11 – granitic columns.
During the celebration of important events, the valley filled with people, like fans at a rock concert. A monk stood firmly on top of every column, holding in their hands a long-handled hammer – following a perfect ceremonial synchronicity, they were able to create incredible melodies, each hitting their hammer at different points on the monumental structure.
Regardless of their profound meaning, I imagined how spectacular these celebrations would be to