Night settled heavily beneath the ancient foundations of Regina, where forgotten passageways descended through layers of weathered stone untouched by daylight for generations, and at the end of those winding corridors an immense underground cathedral emerged from the darkness with solemn grandeur, its towering pillars carved from black granite and adorned with faded reliefs whose original meaning had long vanished beneath the slow erosion of centuries, while hundreds of candles burned with unwavering flames that filled the vast chamber with warm amber light, leaving every shadow to appear alive with quiet expectation rather than simple darkness.
