As she was wondering who might be buried here,something caught her eye. The shadow of a very familiar friend. "Benedict?" she said in a voice just above a whisper. She moved towards it again.
At a side aisle she finds another door,this one slightly ajar. She looked inside and noticed a glow coming from down below. She opened the door carefully and went down a staircase. The place she found herself in could only be a crypt. It was peacefully silent.Candles glowed in wall niches.
She went to the altar and knelt,looking up at the beautifully carved rood that hung above. She crossed herself and silently recited the Pater Noster. Then rose again to look around the cathedral.
Judging by the chants that reached her ears, she was in a place of worship. And when she looked up she was certain this was a cathedral. There were statues along the walls of saints and angels. The rich scent of incense hung in the air,lending a certain aura of sanctity to the place.
Thalia entered the door slowly,curious but cautious. But then all sense of worry disappeared as she stepped into the room. The sun shone through stained glass windows,making her heart light as she looked around to ascertain where she was.
You have a recurring dream. You walk down a long corridor, and to your sides are doors. Each door looks different. Each has a Roman number above. MCXX... But when you try to focus, the writing blurs, the letters dance.
Today you're in this dream again. And today, you enter a door. Which one?
