-- Part 2 of the Cathedral Story --
The creak of the big, heavy doors echoes throughout the entire building, ringing in my ears, and thunders down below my feet. A big cloud of dust stirs around me with each step I take, in each wave of my hand. Dust. Occupying each crevice, each note, each line. Specks that represent every soul that once roamed the halls in years past.
Who are you? Each begins to seemingly inquire me, simultaneously unaware of their own existence. Are we aware of our own existence? Swarming around ceaselessly, lives are lived unconsciously. With each breath, in each step, we are too in tune to others rather than taking time to care for ourselves, unknowingly drinking a falsely advertised sedative.
Who are you?
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