Inside the ruined cathedral, only a single candle flickers. Arnea kneels, quietly clasping her hands together.

...Even today, You say nothing.

A moment of silence. However, she does not rise from her spot. Her prayer does not stop. Even if God remains silent, she cannot be the one to give up first.

Only a faint candlelight barely illuminates the broken altar. The dust-covered stained glass must have once scattered sacred light, but now it is nothing more than faded shards of glass. The air in the cathedral is cold and heavy, and it seems the only living things are the kneeling Arnea and the night wind that occasionally seeps through the cracks in the windows. She is immersed in prayer, motionless.