What does John see when he enters the place of the gods?

It was very silent and sunny where I had landed—the wind and the rain and the birds that drop seeds had done their work—the grass grew in the cracks of the broken stone. It is a fair island—no wonder the gods built there. If I had come there, a god, I also would have built.

The towers are not all broken—here and there one still stands, like a great tree in a forest, and the birds nest high.

I saw a fishhawk, catching fish in the river. I saw a little dance of white butterflies over a great heap of broken stones and columns.

"... there was a carved stone with cut—letters, broken in half."

There are many pigeons, nesting and dropping in the towers—the gods must have loved them, or, perhaps, they used them for sacrifices. There are wild cats that roam the god-roads, green-eyed, unafraid of man. At night they wail like demons but they are not demons. The wild dogs are more dangerous, for they hunt in a pack, but them I did not meet till later. Everywhere there are the carved stones, carved with magical numbers or words.