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The Hallowed Hush. The sanctum has never looked so beautiful — marble veined with starlight, rose windows burning, auroras over a moonlit lake. Admire it. Please. Because sometimes the world holds its breath, time goes soft as candlewax... and that is when the masonry begins to breathe. Stay off the breathing wall, Sister — it only comes out for the ones it catches. Three minutes, fourteen seconds to the Cathedral of Light. Survive the setlist.