Human: Please a spooky scene inside a temple with wood chips, a table, and handprints. Assistant: 
Mounds of melted wax lie twisted into deformed puddles atop the baked oak surface of a refractory table. One of several, judging by the worm-eaten fragments of wood chips along the floor, this is the only one to survive the years since the temple's abandonment. Oddly enough, half a dozen three-fingered handprints are branded deeply into the wood.