Lemm rummages in his bag as he approaches the Temple entrance, and draws out a Lumafly bulb. It's the same one he took up before his trip to the Resting Grounds, and it does not have a handle - it's a hanging light, not a lantern, not that this seems to bother him. The existing light is bright enough to see by out here, but...

Lemm absently fiddles with it, turning it in his hands while the lumafly inside hovers unbothered.

"A great many made a pilgrimage here, that I know. Even I did, on my way down - not that I took myself very seriously. The reluctant one up there in Dirtmouth made it seem like the thing to do." He shakes his head and sighs. All that time staring up at the fountain, and you'd already stood right in front of the real thing without realising it. How very unsettling to know that now...

He coughs, lightly, and reminds himself what he's here for. "Well. Let's assess the place properly, then."

He steps under the imprinted Dreamer masks and through the door.