[Backroom+scp+rules-based weird stories]
Everyone in the world loves gods and Buddhas, their gorgeous clothes, and their splendor.
They smeared their blood on the hall heartbreakingly, and they whispered in low voices, telling the greed in their hearts.
They forged shrines with the blood of their own kind, and lit their halls with the bones of strangers.
The luxurious scenes created by those magnificent pavings give the lobby a dazzling pearlescent sheen.
Look, the candles lit in front of the church are like the desire in the eyes of pilgrims.
Listen, the shrine is calling you not to be greedy...
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