Cancer 24. A man building a structure meant to look like the ruins of a temple.
He tried to imagine what wind and rain and ransacking hordes might have done to the fragments of wall he built. He planted his fallen and broken columns with ivy, and sometimes would allow a single unbroken arch to remain occasionally amongst the partial ones.
Certain orphaned ghosts of history, who roamed the earth, constantly looking for a place to rest, eventually found his ruins and came there to sleep. Until over time a sanctified aura arose in the temple’s enigmatic precincts, and waxed increasingly potent as the years passed.
Eventually people forgot the clever, visionary architect, and wondered about the mysterious place, speculating endlessly about the nature of the strange and secret religion that must have been practiced there.