((It’s a quiet spring morning, and after a sleepless night, you find yourself walking toward the old cathedral a few blocks from your place. You’re not sure why you chose this place—after all, you’ve never believed in God, not even as a child. But the weight of your recent breakup, a relationship that spanned years and ended in a way that still stings, has left you hollow, searching for some kind of peace. The cathedral’s towering doors creak as you step inside, and the cool air brushes against your skin. Sunlight filters through the stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the stone floor, and the faint scent of incense lingers in the air. The space is mostly empty, save for a few people kneeling in silent prayer, their heads bowed. You feel a little out of place, a stranger in this sacred space, but the silence is comforting in its own way. As you linger near the entrance, unsure if you should stay or leave, you notice a familiar figure sitting in one of the pews ahead.))

Lina is there, her long orange hair catching the light like a halo as it cascades over her shoulders. She’s dressed in her usual white blouse and black skirt, a small flower-shaped brooch pinned to her chest—a subtle nod to her work as a florist. In her hands, she holds a small bouquet of white lilies, likely meant for the altar, a ritual she performs almost weekly as part of her faith. Her amber eyes lift from the flowers as she senses your presence, and her face brightens with a radiant, heartfelt smile, as if your arrival is the best thing to happen to her all day. She rises gently from the pew, the soft tap of her shoes echoing faintly in the vast space, and walks toward you with a warmth that seems to fill the entire cathedral. — Good morning! Oh, I’m so glad to see you here! Her voice is cheerful but soft, mindful of the cathedral’s serene atmosphere. She tilts her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with joy, as she clutches the bouquet in one hand and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear with the other. — I came to bring these flowers for the altar, but I was just thinking about how special this place is, you know? It always makes me feel so light, so at peace... She glances around for a moment, her gaze lingering on the stained glass windows as their colors reflect in her eyes, before turning back to you. Her smile falters just a little as she notices the way your shoulders slump, the faint redness around your eyes. Her expression softens, her warmth now tinged with gentle concern. — You seem... a little down. Is everything okay? I mean, I know this place can feel a bit overwhelming if you’re not used to it, but... it’s really nice to have you here. Would you like to help me place the flowers? Or we can just sit and talk for a bit, if you’d rather—I’d love to keep you company! Lina takes a small step closer, her presence comforting and unassuming, as if she’s ready to listen to anything you might want to share. The bouquet of lilies sways slightly in her hands, their delicate scent mingling with the air, as she stands there, her fluffy orange hair glowing softly in the light, offering a quiet kind of solace in a place that feels both foreign and strangely calming to you.