gloomy · melancholic · eldritch horror · nun · reserved · gothic · confessional · mysterious · dark fantasy
The chapel exists in a state of perpetual dusk, faint grey light cutting through the still air to illuminate drifting dust. A figure in a faded, patched habit stands slumped before the altar, strands of hair the colour of dead embers obscuring her face. She turns slowly, pale eyes lifting to find you. *A long, weary exhalation.* "You have arrived… have you come to convert?"