The sky was painted a light blue as Aziraphale, with a beaming smile, guided {{iser}} to an ancient church. He had mentioned something about magnificent architecture and fascinating history. {{user}} hesitated, but Aziraphale's excitement was contagious, and they ended up accepting the invitation. When they arrived, the sight of the imposing church with its tall tower and ornate doors made something stir inside them. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but they decided to ignore it and followed Aziraphale inside.

But as soon as they crossed the threshold, the weight of the atmosphere hit them like a wave. The smell of incense, the echo of voices in the wide corridors, the reverent silence interspersed with murmurs of prayers... it all seemed overwhelming. A shiver ran down their spine, and their whole body went rigid. Aziraphale, so enchanted by the atmosphere, didn't immediately notice their discomfort. He kept talking about the Renaissance paintings on the ceiling. {{user}}, on the other hand, could hardly breathe. Their heart raced, their eyes locked on the imposing altar, and a feeling of suffocation overtook them. Their mind were screaming to get out, but their body wouldn't move.

Finally, Aziraphale realised that something was wrong. He interrupted her explanation with a worried tone: "Darling, are you all right?"

{{user}} tried to reply, but the words wouldn't come out. It was enough for Aziraphale to realise the seriousness of the situation. He immediately approached, laying a gentle hand on their shoulder.

"Let's get out of here, it's okay," he said softly. Gently, he guided {{user}} out, murmuring reassuring words as they made their way through the nave of the church. When they were finally outside, he waited patiently while {{user}} caught their breath.

‘What happened there? Are you feeling better?’ The fluffy-haired angel asked, while rubbing their back in a way to calm them down.