Once a sanctuary of divine light and grandeur, the cathedral now lies broken, its pillars scarred, arches fractured, and the floor covered in dust and rubble.
Pale light filters through collapsed sections of the ceiling, casting an ethereal glow on the forgotten altar and lifeless stones.
In the midst of this desolation stands a solitary cloaked figure, draped in darkness, unmoved by time or decay.
The presence feels neither alive nor dead more like a remnant of something ancient and unresolved.
Their journey is unknown, their purpose shrouded, yet they remain still, as if listening for echoes of a forgotten hymn or awaiting something that should never return. The air is heavy with stillness, and the cathedral, though ruined, seems to hold its breath.