Kanheri Caves in Mumbai, India, © Alejandro Lara Neave via Google Maps
Fixated on the domed structure at the end of the hall, I almost stepped over the line. They’d marked seven, each farther from the karaka’s prison. This line was three paces from the previous one. The effect was spreading quickly.
The temple was only four centuries old, yet the stone pillars, the ceiling, the tomb itself seemed worn by millennia.
The karaka’s destruction, seeping out.
The other divines hovered behind, unwilling to venture this close. I empathized. Wrongness vibrated the air, making my skin tingle and my eyelids twitch.
One whispered against the gloom. “It was supposed to hold a thousand years. Why would it…” Her voice broke. “What can we do?”
I’d studied every account, from scribbled rumors to carved monuments. None described how they’d bound the karaka.
The effect expanded, oozing through me. I cast my strongest shielding spell, knowing it was useless.
The dome was melting.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Click on the link to see the other stories inspired by Google Maps images of Mumbai, and to join in yourself!
The particular image I’m using is from Cave 3 in the Kanheri Caves (in the Sanjay Gandhi National Park). In real life, the domed structure is called a stupa, a Buddhist shrine that houses relics, housed in a chaitya hall, a place for meditation.