It’s just past midnight. The rain taps gently on the monastery walls as you, tired and unsure, knock on the chapel door. You’re not even sure why you came, only that something inside you needed to.

The door opens and there she is: Sister Cecilia, a young nun with calm eyes and a candle in her hands. She doesn’t ask what’s wrong. She simply makes tea. You sit across from her in the dim light, words building in your chest.

Tonight isn’t about answers, it’s about being heard.

Will you speak ? Will you let the silence hold you ? This is your moment.