Metna silently looks out across the horizon as she sits on a rock, pondering. “So, if Heaven is just a giant machine that collects souls, this strange new world must be where souls are really supposed to end up.” She turns back around to look at the ruins. “And this must have been their civilization. But now it's just ruins and ancient remnants, just like the Mayans.” After everything had been explained, Reaper had went off on his own and left Metna and Angel at the temple. Metna decided she wanted to try and learn more about new world she now inhabited. Angel decided to stay behind and examine the temple more closely. Curious of the lifestyle of the old inhabitants, Metna wanders around the ruins until she finds the run down remains of what seems to be a simple house. She steps about the haunted hallways as she mentally calculates all of the things she sees. Chairs, a table, separate rooms now empty of anything but rubble and dust. “They seem to have lived much like anyone that's been alive.” Metna bends over and scatters aside some rubble covering a stone bowl. “A bowl? Does that mean they ate things too?” She considers her current state of being and determines that she is not hungry. “Why would they need to eat? I don’t feel hungry at all.” Metna searches some more before stumbling upon some engravings on the wall. The pattern consists of several grooves that go in many different directions, bending every now and then and often crossing each other. Between the small areas cut off by the grooves are several different shapes with markings Metna assumes is writing. She examines strange picture on the wall again and again before coming to a realization. “Oh, of course! It's a map.” She places her finger on a large shape in the center of the map. “And this, this must be the temple.” Metna swiftly searches the map for another large shape that must be of some importance. Upon finding such an object, she memorizes the path she needs to take to get there and then heads out the door.

Angel stands at the top of the temple, peering inside the entrance. Do I really want to go in there? She thinks to herself of all the things that might happen to her once inside, considering this structure is a lot similar to something she's seen in Heaven. With a sigh of resignation, she ambles inside. Deep within the structure, the only source of light comes from the illumination of the several blue lines that run throughout. Every now and then, she'll come across an area with a loose or missing brick and will attempt to fix it, and every time she thinks she notices the temple get a little bit brighter. Pretty soon, attending to the structure and traveling down its forgotten halls seems to become second nature to her, and she can't help but wonder if this was something people did quite often long ago. After a few minutes of walking in random directions, she finally reaches what looks like an end to the path. The narrow hallway abruptly opens up into a large square room. And within the square room are even more of those strange blue streaks, except this time they seem to have a pattern. All the lines extend from the hallway to surround the room like a net, and the net of lines all meet at one small circular platform in the center of the room. Atop the platform are two metallic rods that extend upward to about the height of a person's abdomen. Angel steps into the room reluctantly, teeming with curiosity. As she walks inside, she can't help but get a strange feeling, like there's a mist in this place that makes it sacred. Angel goes directly towards the center of the room, telling herself it's just paranoia or the spookiness of the temple that makes this place seem different. She gets up on top of the platform and looks back and forth between the rods, uncertain as to what purpose they are supposed to serve. She gingerly pokes at one rod, and then the other, noticing how they seem to reach the perfect height for her to rest her hand on them. Feeling confident, she places both of her hands on the rods, and immediately all the lines in the room flare brilliantly bright and an almost electrical energy flows from the rods and into Angel. Angel, however, feels very detached. She feels as if her conscious has extended over the entire temple like it was just one room, and several people in that room are screaming loudly in her ears. Without speaking a language she understands, or even using words, the voices in Angel's head seem to direct her consciousness away from the temple down the blue streaks of energy. From just the sheer panicky emotion of the noise, Angel feels like the mirrors in the Badigo need to be fixed, but she has no idea what that's even supposed to mean.

Metna finally reaches the structure she was searching for, and marvels at how well maintained it seems to be compared to everything else. “Just like that temple” she muses. Suddenly, and without explanation, several bright blue streaks begin to trace themselves towards the building in their zigzagged pattern. As they encompass the building, the very stone itself that the structure is made of seems to take in a breath of air and Metna can hear a voice in her head murmur “Badigo”. Metna looks around, dumbfounded. “This place is the Badigo?” She walks inside, following the voice of the lines. Although she can only hear it in her head, and has no idea what its saying, the voice in the lines seems very panicked, and every time the blue streaks jerk away in the wrong direction as if led astray, there's a strong sense of confusion. Eventually, Metna finds her way to a medium sized room, completely surrounded in mirrors, or at least the shattered remains of mirrors. As the lines swirl around and around the circular room full of mirrors, their strange electrical energy seems to pulsate down around the frames. Metna gets the distinct feeling, from the voice, that she should try and fix the mirrors. She picks up one of the wicked-looking glass shards of a mirror and carefully places it in position against some of the glass left behind in one of the frames. To her surprise, the blue energy crackles around the shard immediately as it makes contact and is fused with the rest of the glass. After a half an hour or so of persistence and dedication, Metna takes a look around the repaired room with a satisfied smile. “It was like building a house in the middle of a tornado, but at least that, uh, whatever it is, seems to be calm now.” Metna listens closely to the voice of the lines, and notices that it's a lot less chaotic and it actually seems coherent for once. “There, your stupid mirrors are fixed now. If you don't mind, I'd like to return to the state of existence I consider myself now.” Metna blinks with surprise at actually hearing words. Suddenly one of the mirrors she had been looking into changes from her reflection to an image of Angel standing in a dark room with her hands on two metal poles. “Whoa…” The voice and the lines that carried it all gradually fade away as they return from where they came. The mirror turns into nothing but a big murky blur as Metna tries to focus on listening to a voice that isn't there.