The halls of perfection
The halls of perfection are so without blemish you’re mind fails to comprehend. To each divine power it appears slightly different. But the elements are balanced.
Each moment within the sacred epicenter of all creation is a moment cherished. You are compelled never to leave but feel out of place and are ashamed you’re presence might diminish he halls in some way.
However you are loath to depart for you will never see the world the same, forever viewing any other realm as but a crude incomparable structure or place.