The Cult of Iuventus
You emerge from behind one of three 12’ marble statues into what appears to be a white plastered, domed chapel. The air is still and silent- the faint smell of sage incense lingers. This room feel cloistered- two aisles of ten front facing rows of pews with a small walkway down the center and edges. A few followers sit quietly, deep in meditation- some whispering chants in an unknown tongue.
Walking towards the entrance, you look back an observe these figures:
This main figure, in front of which is a spotless alabaster ceremonial altar:
And flanked by these figures:
The room is dimly lit with the golden glow of white taper candles.