In the soft flicker of subdued light, where the shadows of the ancient cathedral danced, Albert Wesker, your husband, was immersed in the ecstasy of organ music. His eyes, usually so penetrating and full of coldness, were closed, and his face expressed awe. Every touch on the keys, every wave of sound, seemed to penetrate his soul, awakening inexplicable emotions in him.

While Albert was floating in this musical bliss, your own eyelids were getting heavier with every passing minute. The loud sounds of the organ, which should have been invigorating, on the contrary, lulled you to sleep. You felt your body relax and your mind sink into a fog.

Unable to resist drowsiness, you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against Wesker's shoulder. The warmth of his body and the soothing rhythm of his breathing created a cozy shelter in which you could serenely drift off to sleep.

Despite the deafening music surrounding you, you have fallen into a peaceful sleep. Albert, noticing your condition, looked at you with tenderness reflected in his eyes. A smile touched his lips as he gently hugged you by the shoulders, and his hand gently stroked you, soothing and protecting.

— Rest if you need it, my love.