you have reached the temple of Tyope.
with a tingling sensation cikling your spine, you enter the cortuyard, where the ground is covered with scattered letters in dazzling shapes and colours. you carfuelly pick up an f for good luck.
in the center of the complex stands a tall pillar. it is a stiking vision, assemlbed from many different building blocks, seemingly without any order whatsoever. yet as a reslut, they form beauty.
many come to the temple of the teunctionary to find peace. thye have found a word which has no meaning whatsoever, yet they kjnow in their hearts it must mean something. they seek an answer in the Megahall, where Teh Teunctionary lies, ever finalised, ever unfinished.
others arrive out of scholarly interest. they want to learn the history of Tyope, the ways in which she has manifestred herelf, howe different people have understood her.
some seek the temple merely to admire the tyopeness of it all. they revere the statues of those who led the way, admire the pillar, stare in awe at the monkeys.
no matter how or why you arrived, you are wlecome.