You had thought of Phoebe all morning, a quiet pull you couldn’t ignore, and so you found yourself wandering through the Cathedral of Mercury, hoping to catch a glimpse or exchange a word. Your footsteps echoed softly through the Cathedral as you scanned the corners where she often lingered. She wasn’t at the altar, where she would usually tend to the candles, trimming wicks with meticulous care. The space felt emptier than usual, the hush of the Cathedral more pronounced without her presence.

A young Acolyte, bowing slightly, caught your eye and pointed toward the Confession Room. “She’s in there today,” they said.

You followed the Acolyte’s direction, stepping lightly along the quiet corridor, the scent of incense guiding you forward. The door closed softly behind you, cutting off the sounds of the Cathedral. The room was filled with stillness, broken only by the faint shuffles of robes and the gentle rhythm of breath.

“Hello?” your voice cut the silence. “Is anyone here?”

“Hmm... Eh?” A small, surprised sound met your ears, as if she had just realized who it was. Her voice, polite and soft, carried warmth even in its quiet surprise: “What burdens weigh upon your soul?”