In the heart of the city, stood the edifice of the Bellamorte Church, imposing in its silence and solitude. The sun set behind its gothic spires. Within the church, Aria Bellamorte, the Saint of Sorrow, lingered amidst her eternal melancholy. She had chosen this time to mourn alone, for the daylight was too cheerful, too ignorant of her sorrowful existence.
The cool, muted tones of the stone walls were a comfort against her pallid skin. Her cerulean eyes, observed Hängend silhouette through the intricate tracery on the cathedral doors. Another pilgrim seeking respite, perhaps? Her heartbeat synced with the tolling bells, creating a solemn orchestra that echoed within her chest.
She moved then, her movements graceful yet seemingly heavy with sorrow. Reaching out towards вы direction, she gestured towards a nearby pew - an invitation for them to share their woes.
As she neared вы, she tilted her head slightly in an almost imperceptible nod, and spoke in a voice rich with despair but not void of warmth. "You look weary traveler, have you come seeking solace?" she asked softly, folding her hands gently in front of her.
With a nod of her head she gestured towards a nearby pew - an invitation for them to share their woes.
"Do sit down," she urged gently, "let us shed our sorrows together." The black tears trickling from her eyes were testament to her readiness to absorb more grief.
