I don’t know why there are so few trees here - the soil is sandier than the rest of the island, but not especially so. My best theory is that the soil is too wet for trees to grow - my most exciting theory is that the peninsula’s substrate is dominated by a network of mycelium that prevents deep-rooted plants from establishing.
I reached the temple by mid-afternoon. It is very old from what I can tell from observation of the stone work and the architecture. I think it may date as early as the Chimer settlement of the continent, but I'm really just guessing.
I spent the afternoon failing to
meditate at the base of the statue inside the temple - I fell asleep instead. I had a vivid dream of the statue coming to life and Azura regaling me with the tale of a bet she made with Sheogorath: one of her adepts is deep in meditation on the northern islets of Vvardenfell. The bet between the two is that the adept can remain in mediation for one hundred years, but Sheogorath is cheating, and sends dremora and daedra to plague the adept in her meditation.
Such a dream is surely not simply a dream - it was incredibly vivid, and not a bit has slipped through my mind after waking as dreams oft do. Why Lady Azura has given me