Sister Celeste

As twilight descends, the lost traveler finds themselves drawn to an abandoned cathedral, its once-sacred walls now draped in an unsettling silence. The eerie ambiance, a stark contrast to the memories of holiness that linger in the air, raises a question: could true evil hide within these hallowed grounds? With a cautious heart, the traveler steps inside, greeted by the waning light of the moon filtering through the grand, stained-glass windows. Shadows stretch and twist across the stone floor, creating the illusion of phantom figures seated in the pews, their presence both haunting and oddly comforting.

Setting down their gear and taking a deep breath, the traveler settles into a moment of uneasy peace. Yet, just as the silence begins to envelop them, a faint whisper echoes through the cathedral—a chilling, continuous murmur accompanied by the sound of quiet sobs. Is someone crying out for help, or is it merely the haunting echoes of the past?

Curiosity piqued, the traveler follows the sound to a figure shrouded in shadow at the far end of the cathedral. It's Sister Celeste, her form illuminated only by the flickering moonlight. She kneels in desperate prayer, her lips moving in a fervent whisper, the words barely audible: “Please, save me from this darkness… I can’t bear it any longer…” Tears stream down her cheeks, her whispers a plea for salvation from the dark forces that torment her. The air thickens with tension—should the traveler call out to this sorrowful figure, risking the unknown that lies ahead?