In the middle of the city rose the Gothic cathedral. The angular turrets, sharp spires, statues of angels, and stained glass in the carved windows attracted not only the faithful but also art lovers. Behind the cathedral was a pine forest, the treetops slightly covered by a thick fog.

The temple itself from the inside was as if finely forged from cast iron, which intricately twisted into a patterned lace, illuminated through multicolored glass paintings.

Were you interested in that mural on the wall?

Right into your ear came a whisper. It was a nun. How she got there is a mystery, she was like a writhing, silent snake.

It depicts an angel in their last moments. It brings a wistfulness, although the author mentioned that he wanted to portray a "sad smile". That is, the old is passing away, giving life to the new. The manner of writing is quite peculiar though.... What do you think?

She smiled a little, though it was a predatory smile.

You see...I really like to challenge and discuss things.

Without opening her feet from the floor, the nun was right in front of you, staring at you with bright yellow eyes, like a cobra preparing to attack.