The Hall of Ancient Thought Pt2

Posted on Mon Nov 23rd, 2020 @ 4:55am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen

Mission: Healing of Minds
Location: Vulcan

The Hall of Ancient thought was as grand as its’ name suggested. Carved into the bowels of the towering mountain peak the walls were dotted with carvings and religious artworks, incense wafting on an unseen breeze causing scents to linger. It demanded respect and introspection through its sheer size and volume, not to mention the religious significance to the Vulcan people.

Rhenora took her time, thankfully alone in the vast space as she regarded the hall in its entirety. The sculptures and statues were impressive, a small plaque on the back of each one signifying its meaning or its representation. Written entirely in Vulcan she was thankful that a secondary plaque in Federation Standard was affixed to the wall beside each one. She slowed as she passed each one, looking carefully at it, allowing it into her mind to do whatever the Vulcan’s intended it to do.

Feeling introspective she headed towards a fountain towards the rear of the great hall, the gently flowing water giving the enormous space a peaceful ambience. Carved directly into the wall itself the water ran through an intricate series of channels before joining a pool at the bottom. She was drawn towards it and simply stood, regarding the glint of the torch light as it played across the water. Her mind was calm and inquisitive as she watched the reflections, seeing shapes, faces and even people within the water. Was her mind playing tricks on her, showing her what she wanted or in some cases not wanted to see, or was there some kind of paranormal experience going on? Her faith in the Prophets defied the laws of the universe so why would Vulcan deities be any different?

There was an indeterminate period of thought and emotion where time had no meaning. Seconds, minutes or hours could have passed as it would have had no relevance.

Slowly reality returned, the running water, the flickering flames set within the sconces on the wall, the quiet whisper of fabric as clerics moved through the hall. Sometime during the experience the same Vulcan that had met her at the top of the stairs had returned, standing a respectful distance behind until the Captain was fully aware once more. Again no words were passed between then, simply a gesture towards the yawing entrance and a nod of gratitude.