{ "description": [ "The air is far too still. Red light washes the tiny chapel in a bloody glow, coming from the pristine stained glass window to the north. Sitting before the window is a small thanot altar, covered with a heavy film of dust. A small rectangle of satin lies in a heap at the base of the altar, with little puffs of stuffing about it, as if the pillow had simply given up the ghost.", "The air is far too still. Flashes of lightning occasionally wash the tiny chapel in a lurid and bloody glow, coming from the pristine stained glass window to the north. Sitting before the window is a small thanot altar, covered with a heavy film of dust. A small rectangle of satin lies in a heap at the base of the altar, with little puffs of stuffing about it, as if the pillow had simply given up the ghost." ], "id": 8486, "image": "wl-trollfang-1264234799.png", "image_coords": [ 37, 674, 47, 684 ], "location": "the Temple of Love", "paths": [ "Obvious exits: out" ], "tags": [ "no forageables", "meta:forage-sensed" ], "timeto": { "8485": 0.2 }, "title": [ "[Temple, Private Chapel]" ], "uid": [ 2155037 ], "wayto": { "8485": "out" } }