The Monastery

The monastery was cold as we stepped in through the front door, or what remained of it. The bulky wooden door was left loose on a single hinge. Despite the obvious wear and tear from the elements, it surprised me to find most of the place within to be preserved.

“How old is this place?” Max suddenly whispered as we walked further into the place. When I was young, this place did not exist as it does now, but the place I needed would not have changed.

Looking for the right door to lead us to where I needed to go, I replied, “the building itself is likely a thousand years old, give or take. However, it was built on top of what we are after. And that is as old as I am, if not older again.”

“Oh, then how do you know it still exists?” Max then asked as we found ourselves at a dead end. I frowned and turned us back around to find another way to where we needed to be.

“Because life itself would not have remained stable th