I frowned, not wanting to be here too long and we had no time to delay.
âNo, isnât it strange?â
âWhy is no one here?â
âDidnât you say the children live here?â
âThatâs because itâs dawn now. Everyone must be sleeping.â
âAnd thereâs no guard?â
I winced. The temple definitely did not protect us, the children with divine powers, with great care. But that didnât mean they left us all alone.
They didnât want the children to run away or get injured and lose their power.
So, rather than being a guardian, it was more like a watchdog, always watching the children.
But nowâŠâŠIt was certainly odd to see no one here.
âI think they just sat out for a while.â
âSit out? In the middle of the night?â
âI know itâs not a normal situation right now. Maybe itâs the day of our purification ceremonyâŠ..â
It was an excuse that didnât even make sense to me. Devan frowned.
âAnd here, the hallway is full of dust. It looks as if it hasnât been cleaned in years.â
Dust? We used to use the rooms and hallways as soon as we woke up âŠâŠ.
I shook my head roughly. I didnât want to listen to Devan.
No, I wanted to pretend I didnât know. A strange sense of uneasiness swept over me.
âIt doesnât matter. It looks like they havenât cleaned it.â
But Devan did not seem to want to drop his suspicions. He lowered himself and ran his fingers through the gap in the door.
âHowever dirty it may be, the fact is that dust even collected in the door.â
White dust filled Devanâs fingers.
ââŠâŠ Are you saying that no one had come in and out of the room?â
âYes. From the amount of dust, itâs been months, no, years.â
I flinched and backed away.
The strange stillness that had descended on the corridor suddenly gave me goosebumps.
A buzzing fear enveloped my body.
Devan looked at me, stopped in his tracks, unable to do anything.
I shook my head. And then Devan said out loud the truth we all already knew.
âThere are no children here. At least not in the last few years.â
I hugged myself. I couldnât stand the cold.
âWhat do you mean no children âŠâŠâŠ. What is it? You must be mistaken.â
âThere are very few traces of human habitation in this corridor. Did you really live here when you were a child?â
ââŠ.. of course. Otherwise, how would I have known about this place?â
For a moment Hilda came to my mind.
No way, had she manipulated my memory again? Are all my memories of living here false?
No, perhaps even this landscape I am seeing now is a lie.
Where am I? Is it true that my childhood memory is what I went through? What about me now? Am I really alive and back here?
If I can even create my vision as if I diedâŠ.
Devan grabbed my shoulder. I came to my senses.
âI was mistaken. You were right that you lived here.â
Devan tapped the nameplate on the door.
It was too dark to see, but upon closer inspection it was a small piece of wood.
The piece of wood had scratches on it, but looking at it closely, it had writing on it.
ââItâs a name, to be exact. Turn around, not there.â
I followed his words and turned the nameplate backwards.There it said my name.
I covered my mouth with one hand without knowing it. It was only then that I remembered. What is this piece of wood?
âIâm sure you were here. Apparently, after you left, they wrote the names of the other children on the back and utilized a new name tagâŠâŠ.â
âItâs been ten years, no, more than thirteen years since I left!â
âThatâs why itâs strange. Within a few years after you left, this floor was closed.â
âMaybe they moved somewhereâŠthere was no mention of the temple not running an orphanage.â
Devan pulled the door handle that had a nameplate with my name on it.
The wooden clasp broke easily in his hand.
âI donât think so.â
I approached slowly behind him and carefully put my face through the open doorway.
The room was full of old bedding that had been thrown out.
The cold water that I had fetched in one corner to keep it clean at all times was still there, as was the Bible that I had to read just before I went to sleep.
There was a white layer of dust on them.
It was as if the time in this room stopped a decade ago.
âIf you were right and they had moved somewhere else, they would have taken all this stuff with them. There is no way they would have left this place so neglected.â
Dust flew around every time Devan entered further into the room, picking up the Bible and touching the old bedding.
He wrinkled his brow and dusted his hands.
ââŠ..God, thatâs enough.â
âLetâs go! Time, we donât have time.â
I just couldnât cross the threshold.
I didnât want to go in.
If I entered, I felt that I would return to the seven years old Evelyn.
To the child who had struggled from the memories of her previous life, wondering if I was crazy, wondering if everything was my delusionâŠ
Devan came out of the room without saying anything else, as if he had noticed my uneasiness.
He closed the door of the room and stood in front of me. As if to block my view.
Then he jawed at the front of the hallway.
I took the initiative and started walking.
I kept thinking of the dusty room scenery, but I tried to push it into the corner.
I didnât want to be swept away by things that had now passed.
âSo where are you going? Are you sure there is a hidden space here?â
Devan asked, changing the subject.
I replied, keeping my eyes fixed on the front.
âThe location on the drawing is at least this way. All we have to do is to find out what floor it is, but the most likely place is here, in the third basement, where people donât know about it.â
Iâd rather concentrate on this area. Thinking about other things made me forget about what I had just seen.
âThe way to the hidden space?â
âYou saw the statues in the room earlier. When I saw it, it brought up memories I had forgotten.â
His gaze pierced the hallway.
It was the end of the hallway, too dark to see anything.
It was the kind of darkness more suited to the presence of the devil than God.
âYou mean itâs over there?â
âYes, Iâve never been in, butâŠâŠ If thereâs a secret space in the temple, itâs probably there.â
Since earlier, I felt something stuck in my neck from the moment I saw the childrenâs room.
At last, I said it out loud.
ââŠâŠThe childrenâŠâŠâ
I slowly turned around and made eye contact with Devan.
Devan shook his head as if telling me I didnât have to talk.
He looked regretful. For walking into the room for no reason and leaving a subject I didnât want to have dusted off.
âWhere did the children go?â
I said with a sigh. He did not answer.
When I was there, the temple kept gathering children. But now there was no one here.
There was no sign that anyone has ever lived here. There were children who had come in, but there were no children who came out.
ââŠyouâll find out later.â
Devan passed me and trudged on.
Later. Could it be possible?
I bit my lip and looked down.
The dust that was accumulating as I walked scattered everywhere, which seemed to speak for these long years.
Finally, Devan reached the end of the hallway and stopped.
He looked up to the point where his head was bent back, as if speechless.
There was a statue there.
A sculptural statue through the ceiling, or more accurately, the calf of a sculptural statue.
It was a large, intimidating figure of God, so large that you bend your neck as far as it would go and still not see beyond it.
Standing beside Devan, I shook my head.
âIt had the same arrogant, condescending look on the face. That reminded me. This is the space.â
âThis sculpture is the temple spire.â
âThereâs a clock in the middle of the spire. Everyone in the empire looks up at the spire to see the clock. The truth isâŠâ
âDo you see God in it?â
âI know thatâs what you meant.â
âIs it enough to look up, even if you donât have a heart?â
âHow do you know what they think?â
I approached the Godâs calf.
âWhen I was a child, I didnât understand what this meant.â
âThatâs understandable. A part so huge sometimes makes it impossible to imagine the whole.â
The statue was made of plaster, and from close up I could see cracks, large and small. I explored the cracks.
âNo, the priests strictly prohibited people coming here.â
âIf thatâs the case, why donât they just stop them from the beginning?â
âI agree. Perhaps they felt a sense of superiority. It is not God that everyone looks up toâŠ. âŠThey will think it is them.â
The crack slowly opened with a click as it moved sideways.
ââItâs a secret place in the calf. Do you ever really worship God?â
âThatâs what Iâm most curious about.â
As I was about to enter the Godâs calf.
âWait a minute, let me take the lead. I donât know what kind of things are going to happen.â
Devan stood in front of me.
I nodded my head in agreement, wondering what in the world he was going to do, even though he had no sword.
Devan went inside, slightly bending his body.
I followed closely behind him. Then I frowned unconsciously.
A bright light was shining in front of me, unlike anything I had ever seen before.
I asked softly into his back.
ââŠâŠItâs so blinding, I have no idea whatâŠâŠ..â
Devanâs voice stopped. His feet stopped as well.
He stood tall in front of me and remained motionless.
I put my hand on his back to look straight at what appeared to be a blur. I felt a light tremor.
âDevan, whatâs wrong?â
He suddenly turned around. Then he hugged me as I was.