David looks up at the cloudy sky. The rain threatns to break open, the Goddess has seen our Joy, and she will strike soon. Thank you, for watching over us so closely. He smiles at he opens the doors to the sanctum.
The entire floor is covered in wildflowers, some yellow, some white, all look a little old, as if they were picked a day or two ago, and have begun to rot. There is a metal bowl of fruits- bananas, oranges, appples, and strawberries, bruised and with scrunched skin.
It seems as though the ceremony has come and gone, though David's smile is radiant, almost painful.