The Wilderland Temple
[Oogway works quick. As soon as he set foot on the beach, he struck out across the island, climbing the incline away from the city as soon as he saw what it had to offer, and offered his prayers to them- the corpses. It will be the work of many months to put their spirits to rest, and the work of many days to clean and dispose of their bodies.
He will build a shrine.
So, if you happen to be wandering the island, you may eventually find a high vantage point, not easily accessible, with a copse of ancient trees leaning on their aged brothers for support, forming a natural archway. The view is stunning, with the length of the island stretching in front of it and the walls of the city just barely in view. From here it looks peaceful, and there is very little to say that anything but plants and the wind have been here ever before.
Oogway is meditating, his stick flat across his knees, but he opens his eyes and smiles at you as you approach. This is his universe now, and the universe is his temple.]
Come. Sit.
He will build a shrine.
So, if you happen to be wandering the island, you may eventually find a high vantage point, not easily accessible, with a copse of ancient trees leaning on their aged brothers for support, forming a natural archway. The view is stunning, with the length of the island stretching in front of it and the walls of the city just barely in view. From here it looks peaceful, and there is very little to say that anything but plants and the wind have been here ever before.
Oogway is meditating, his stick flat across his knees, but he opens his eyes and smiles at you as you approach. This is his universe now, and the universe is his temple.]
Come. Sit.