If one was to stare out over the Endless blue, they might notice a small island just off the coast. Wings would no doubt be the easiest way to get there, but there is a sandbar with minimal breaks, revealed during low tide, that would make it much easier for a landstrider to cross over. And if one was to find themselves on the island's shore, they would be met with an explosion of tropical plant and animal life. Even the beach is spotted with beach grass. Flotsam, such as seaweed and driftwood, makes it a good spot for beachcombing. Parrots and monkeys climb among the trees, and a few forest pigs or deer can even be glimpsed on occasion deeper in. The undergrowth, verdant and green, may seem intimidating to push through, but if one was to brave it, they would come across an intriguing sight. The Glass Temple.

Done in the style of the ancient Greeks and rectangular in shape, but not very big, it's columns and arches are now overgrown with vines and palms, and made of solid glass. Once, this temple was shining and new, a greenhouse of plant life. Even now, in its dilapidated condition, it still gives off an air of peace and warmth. The entablature, the top part, has friezes molded, not carved, into the glass that depict equines of all races and breeds cavorting under a richly-decorated sun, inside which is a rearing horse bearing thin, twisted horns and massive flaming wings. This effigy marks the temple as one dedicated to the God of the Sun.
The inside was once floored in cream tile, but is now cracked and overgrown, providing a lush carpet of grass for one to walk on. Flowers sprout in a rainbow of colors all over, and sunlight filters in through the transparent areas of glass that are still intact, as well as the shattered roof panels. Four stone structures that might have been fountains are present in each corner, now devoid of water except for a few stagnant puddles. But the most interesting feature of the temple is the statue to the solar deity inside, situated on a low glass pedestal in the center of the temple. It is primarily constructed of a rich coppery metal, but the horns and outstretched wings are glass. The eyes are glittering ruby stones, although they have become chipped and faded, and the left wing has broken off and now lays in pieces on the ground. But the face has been molded into an expression of such benevolence one would wonder if the Sun god had ever truly appeared so kind, or if it was simply the artisan's wishful thinking.

**Tamme has given approval for this, but let me know if I should change anything**

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(Aaaand IC time!)

Aryel wasn't quite sure what to make of the temple she had found. For one thing, it was made of glass. Who made a temple of glass? It obviously didn't hold up well, as seen by the multiple cracks and missing chunks everywhere. And yet it was beautiful, in a neglected and ancient way. She cautiously stepped inside, feeling sunbeams stroke her neck and sides. Her hooves clacked on pieces of broken tile here and there, and she had to be careful not to step on sharp shards of glass or tile, which, even though she had hooves, could still cause her pain.

The warmth should have felt stifling, yet with a breeze blowing through the transparent columns it simply felt...relaxing. She lowered her head to sniff at a brilliant red flower, then raised it again to come eye-to-eye with a monkey watching her curiously from a cracked roof panel. Deciding she wasn't a threat, it climbed through the opening and made a nimble leap to the ground, ran over to her, then climbed up her leg, eliciting a snort and shuffle of surprise from Aryel. From it's perch on her shoulder, it regarded her for a few more moments, then hopped off and exited out of the temple between two columns. Forgetting about the primate for the moment, she turned her attention to the large reddish metal statue in the center of the temple. It depicted the Sun God (albeit without his left wing) with his remaining wing outspread in a welcoming gesture, neck arched, face benevolent. Aryel was not a very religiously-devoted horse, especially to the Sun or Moon Gods, but even she admired the craftsmanship that had gone into making the statue. Every muscle and feather was outlined in striking detail. Whoever had commissioned this temple had obviously been a great worshiper of the Sun God. She continued to explore the temple for a little while longer, wondering idly if the gods actually had names, then decided to leave.