It wasn't difficult to find their way back to where Marian had found the shrine. It stood on an opening in the middle of the jungle, where the trees were less dense. Sunlight streamed from the gap, revealing a metallic pedestal that was torn and rusted. There were a circle of square-shaped stones around it, positioned with care. Most of them were cracked, quite a lot of them were already submerged in the earth, and some had simply disappeared, leaving a hole in the pattern.
Marian walked around the strange formations gleefully. She sang a note with every step, and as she followed the pattern of stones, the notes started to resemble a song. Lazarus stood back and watched, making sure that she wouldn't trip on one of those stones. He knew she wouldn't--she knew how to be careful--but after seeing his daughter slip so many times in her childhood, he couldn't help it.
"What a strange place, right in the middle of nowhere," Marian said. "Have you seen this place before, Father?"