The Temple of the All-Seeing Eye is an enormous building that appears to be made out of glittering rainbow glass and crystal, radiating magic, twisting upwards into a spire that is, just by a few inches, taller than the Black Dome. It looked different last week. It's surrounded by taverns hawking Nefreti Clepati's wine. They serve some essential function as a transitional zone between it and the rest of Sothis; without them, it'd feel pasted in from another world entirely. 

"Okay, I'm starting to appreciate Nethys, Nefreti Clepati, or whoever actually is responsible for this.  That is one solarpunk-ass office building to find on a planet with this tech level.  Solarpunk, ah... I'd try to define it but I'm not sure I can do a better job than just pointing at this office building."

"Oh, Nefreti's all right. Gives my son endless indigestion but it's good for Him. Did you know she's blown up the whole place to smithereens five different times? One time she killed twenty people, and Nethys gave her two more cleric circles for it. ...what's the dialogue tag for [apocryphal, possibly exaggerated]."

"Baseline doesn't have a single-word translation for 'apocryphal', you don't really get 'apocrypha' the way Golarion does, when you're a high-functioning Civilization with centralized repositories of data and arguments, that anybody on the planet can access within a minute or so if they're like not currently in the shower or something.  I can say it the way you'd say if it you were talking about a popular but rather doubtful fan theory of a trendy fiction, like so -"  Keltham will talk about this dispute over Golarion reality using the tones that dath ilani would use to talk about a dispute over fiction.

The interior of the temple is mostly hollow, with stairs ringing it, climbing up and up and up to the highest levels of the spire. On the ground level, on the glossy marble ground, a hive of teenagers are working on an enormous sand art rendering of the words 'it is heresy unto Nethys to claim that anything could not, or will not, explode'. They are placing the grains of sand entirely with Mage Hands from a distance of fifteen feet, and occasionally hissing at each other when their work collides with one another. More of them are boys than girls, but there are some of both; one, hovering in midair to correct someone else's sand-art error, is a girl who has solved the modesty problems intrinsic to midair hovering by making her skirt twenty feet long and tying it to a nearby railing.

It stabs at his heart, again.  Is this subplot about how, it's going to seem, at first, like this place is his new home, not Osirion, that this is the fragment of dath ilan, the Temple of the All-Seeing Eye.  And then he's going to look into it and it's going to be horribly Wrong somehow and - maybe this is how he loses Ione, too -

Keltham shall Prestidigitate the air into diffraction-sheened fragile shards, then, and send them wafting over to cling to the sand art while they last, outlining the words in strange rainbows that change color depending on the angle you look at them.  He also moves his sparkles, from thirty feet, with Mage Hand, because competitiveness.

(He has that wizard cantrip hung, for now, though he'll need to swap it out for Detect Magic if he stops being a cleric.  And give up Resistance, and Guidance, because Prestidigitation and Message and Detect Magic and Dancing Lights are none of them spells he can afford to give up...)

At first they object to someone messing with their very important project; and then they recognize the rainbow pattern, because Ione has told them the story of the Chelish agent in Absalom with the inimitable cloak, and swing around to see who did it, and that sure is a foreign boy of some unidentifiable racial category, strangely dressed -

"Are you the Keltham?" the boldest of them, which is the flying girl, asks.

"Yes, unless the Conspiracy goes far deeper than I thought.  You happen to know where I could find my Nethysian Safety Officer?"  He doesn't pause in creating the diffraction-shards from nothingness.

"Ione? She's -"

"in the library," they chorus in unison.

"So where's the library from here, but also, what's Ione been up to, how's she doing here, and is Osirion trying to give her any shit over her being female."

"Left door. She's been - reading a lot? She takes it well when we prank her?"

"Everyone comes out of Cheliax a little fucked up."

"Nefreti Clepati is female."

"What even is Osirion, really. I don't think it can talk."

"I'm not sure she's left the temple."

"Isn't she one of those place-cursed oracles who can't?"

"Dana told her that I'm actually Nocticula and she was just like 'ah, yeah, I expected her to show up at some point'."

"And are you, in fact, Nocticula," Keltham will ask, casting Detect Magic and peering closely at this person.

She does have Disguise Self up.

" - what? No! I'm Shoreh, I'm studying to be an illusionist. I just use Disguise Self to cover my acne."

          "Sounds like what Nocticula would say."

"What? That's not at all what Nocticula would say!"

"Well, what would Nocticula say, then, since you apparently know so much about that."

"...uh, probably something sexy?"

           "Keltham," says another girl behind him, breathily. "I hunger for your touch."

" - yeah, like that."

           "No man has ever satisfied me, but there's something to you, something I've never felt before..."

"See, that is not very persuasive."

"Which is very convincing about you not being Nocticula, who should be much more persuasive."

"Just the kind of convincingness that would be expected from somebody secretly with Splendour 30!"

"Anyways, is one of you Dana?  That'd be the most obvious candidate for the one to actually be Nocticula."

The girl who just declared that no man had ever satisfied her waves. "Hi Keltham! I'm Dana. I will not confirm or deny being Nocticula."

"Well, Nefreti Clepati presumably knows all about you, since her power basically appears to be 'spoilers', and would presumably have a good reason for letting you stay here.  So I'll let it pass."

"Nefreti Clepati drop any other spoilers I should know about, by the by?"

"...she told Ione a bunch of stuff but Ione mostly didn't tell the whole temple."

"You can talk to her yourself if you want, she takes appointments."

"Figure I'll talk to Ione first and see whether the plot calls for me to meet Clepati right now, she seems like the kind of character who shows up very infrequently and only at crisis points."

This gets some raised eyebrows from among the students, but no one comments.

"Does Clepati, like, not do the thing at you where she obviously knows the plot."

"...she knows everything? But there's not just one plot."

"...in what sense."