The extradimensional space that is The Temple of YortusMugwortus is simultaneously several… with as many variants as there are times and places… and everywhere there is a wild place of need for leadership and wisdom, indomitability and truth… viewing nature as spiritual guide and dreams as gateway to the cosmos and beyond. It always appears as built in an architectural style of archaic beauty ranging from the grotesque to the enlightening, and is always yet functionally and aesthetically relevant to the locale, its natives, and all passers-by and travellers-through… ever-predating the modernity of the time, and always attracting those who long for an idealized past… a past indicative of abounding freedom and joyous oneness with all life. The entrance is always lit with a brazier at either side of the stairway entrance, which sometimes ascends and is in other locales descending. And there is always, always, always… the name “YortusMugwortus” carved deeply into the stone or metal above its maw. The inside is always larger than it appears to be from looking at the outside size of the structure… and always emits from deep within a soft greenish or bluish glow… wherein there is ample room to rest, heal, eat and drink, meditate, and even to call upon deity… perhaps even YortusMugwortus Himself.

Often, where there is no need for a temple, there will be reflection monument, a place to stop and pause… giving thanks. These are typically found in sacred glades or where roads meet.