Vienna 2 / Narrative 4 (The Kunsttempel)

Every temple, Franz, is doomed to become a sepulchre, its vaulted sanctuary a charnel house. Why? Because the resident spirits die.

But then the Zeitgeist sweeps the bones away and out of the decay calls new artists to erect new temples, brazen fellows like you painting the sweetly tipped coronals and tufted entanglements of Eros. Build the temple, Franz, paint the frieze, and I will make you music that will compel the very walls to sing.