You see a mock courthouse

You arrive at a sort of mock courthouse: judge booth, witness stand, and opposing sides. Scant few chairs sit in the proverbial back of the courthouse; you suspect that audiences aren't common in this courthouse. You see, sitting in the judge booth, with a marvelous tapestry beneath, covering the front of the judge booth. The image displayed appears to be one of the cosmos, and the woman appears to be actively weaving it, pulling thread from a mysterious source and weaving it into the tapestry. "Ah, very good; you've arrived. Seems you're the subject and witness of today's trial, so why don't you take a seat at the witness stand." Seems it wasn't a request; you comply. You briefly wonder what the trial is about, but then you see Hermes sitting at defense, and a sinking realization hits you: this is a trial to determine who you're the cleric of. You suppose now you just need to wait for the prosecution.