The adytum was well decorated, purpled curtains demarcating the inner chamber from the outer one. The walls were made of gold, and diamond wires made as twine to restrict people from entering the innermost room. No one knew what the innermost chamber looked like except the priest.
"What does the inside look like?" Philip asked his dad who was already folding his mat to leave
"No one knows, but it's believed to be sacred, not everyone goes inside". He replied.
The priest's voice echoed from the inside as he made supplications, the room emit fumes sending a sweet smell to the other rooms.
People in the town believed the sweet smell coming from the sanctuary was the source of the land's prosperity. Adasa, as the town was popularly called because of its fertility, worshipped three times a week. The priest conducts the worship on Sundays and Wednesdays while an elder from the church ministered on Fridays, the three days were considered sacred, no one goes to farm on these days.
Soon the young people of Adasa started to murmur, "three days of no work is unfair, the people of the old were not wise enough to understand how cruelly they were treated" they said.
Gradually their commitment started to decrease and they went to their farms on the days considered to be sacred.
"It's our culture since before you were born" an old man told them, "please, no one could tell where the blessings of the land comes from, let's keep to the heritage" he urged. No one heed to the advice of the elderly men, "we can only consider to adhere to the days of worship if the priest will show us what happens in the innermost room" they said.
"God forbid, no one has ever saw the inside, it's not of us to ask"
"Then we'll go ahead with what we've planned" the youth insisted.
In the next harvest, the produce the people of Adasa had was far lesser than the usual yields. They worked harder that year but the yields were less. The yields only became worse even though they cultivated more "Could this be a sign that we've defiled what was sacred?" One of the elders asked as they sat together.
"It's possible, and that's because we focused more on wealth than the giver of it". One of the elders said, "I'll need to go back to our own ways", he encouraged. Adasa became a thing of mocking among the neighboring villages, it was called a town that lost its glory.
Even though the people of Adasa amended their ways, they never enjoyed the former blessings.