It was 10 a.m. the, shrine had been open for an hour already and still no visitors had come. The media had left several weeks ago only covering the initial collapse and tragedies that followed in it's wake. While dump trucks had taken care of the start of the mess to recover the bodies, the clean up had now slowed down to roll off dumpster fills. Excavation equipment still littered a side of the temple grounds but were only run once in a while when the contractor had the time to get to it. 

She turned her face away from the empty stairs and towards the ruins of her once beloved monolith now a pile of rubble surrounded by the once elegant rock garden that now bore foot prints, tire and tread tracks, a blanket of dust and debris. 

The store house in the back was safe luckily with only the windows and a few roof tiles taking damage. The Shrine too, thankfully sitting under the protection of the tree canopy to the right. She moved over to the small indentation where she'd been working on clearing the pieces. Fragmented and splintered boards were thrown into the dumpster. Anything she could possibly salvage however was moved either to the store house or under the make shift tarp tents that held stacks of unbroken floorboard and support beams.  

Her hands were sweaty inside the yellow work gloves and clashed horribly with her shrine maiden attire. Still it was something that needed to be done. Her hunched over position falling into a rhythm of sift, sort, swing. The swing being the motion of her tossing the broken pieces into the wheelbarrow or dumpster. 
 
A breeze carrying the scent of the forest that surrounded the tower blew across the familiar yet alien landscape causing the red fabric of her pants to billow in a much needed breath across her skin. So far she had a pallet of roof tiles stacked almost to her waist and several boards. Hefting the wheelbarrow up on it's one wheel she drove it back over to the rubble and continued to pick through the broken monument. The cicada's drone ebbed and flowed with the wind and only broken by the echoing metallic thud of Eden throwing debris into the proper bins. 

"I'm on the top ah the world lookin down on creation n the only destination I kin find is tha love that I foun ever since ya been 'round yer whuts put me at the top of the world~." she sang aloud to herself while stacking up the purple tiles onto the wheelbarrow only stopping momentarily to hum the parts she didn't know and study the broken piece of a statues arm she found. Her gloves digging in deeper to see if she could find the rest of it.