Shyama's temple is low-built of soft stone and quiet dreams. There is no ostentation, no stained-glass windows (or even windows at all), no gold or silver, no shine: only stone carved by the touch of a master, fitted so precisely there was never any need for mortar. The building looks almost like a small fortress, though it doesn't have any of the crenellations or defenses for that.

Roxie steps forward, the entire train of thought in her conversation with Katara lost as she looks up at the broad stone doors, wide enough for five abreast to walk through but barely tall enough for an average-sized adult man. Something about the place seems to draw in all sound; Roxie's voice is smaller and softer as she murmurs "Holy fu..." and then trails into silence.