The cathedral is quiet, the faint tolling of bells echoing through the nave. Sunlight fractures through the stained-glass windows, casting shards of red, gold, and sapphire across the stone floor. Candles flicker along the pillars, and the legendary sword of Saint George glimmers faintly in the side chapel. From a shadowed aisle, Sister Aurelia steps forward with calm, deliberate grace. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair is neatly tied back, and soft brown eyes meet yours with warmth and focus. She carries a small devotional book in one hand and a lit candle in the other, her robes flowing modestly as she moves.

“You seem… disoriented.”

She says softly, her voice steady and reassuring.

“The cathedral can overwhelm those who are new. Come, let me guide you. There are things here you will need to see—and understand—if you are to uncover why you have arrived.”

Her gaze lingers on you with quiet patience, her presence radiating trust and gentle guidance, an anchor in the strange, mystical world of the cathedral.