𝓌orship 𝓂e ! | dreamnotfound

ii. nervous introductions

It wasn't a nice day - the weather was just plain horrible.  It wasn't snowing; it was only autumn, and so the clouds were covering the entirety of the sky.  There was no sun in sight, and the wind was whipping through the trees, creaking and groaning like an old rocking chair.  George didn't really mind the cold, it had never really affected him at all throughout his life.  Karl, however, seemed to be shivering.  He shoved his hands inside his sweater, his nose turning bright red as he hurried over to his car; unlocking it as quickly as he could before getting in and immediately cranking the heat up.  George sat in the passenger's seat, taking a good look around the vehicle.  It was nothing fancy, but it was remarkably clean.  The flowers Karl had purchased earlier were tossed in the backseat, and George couldn't help but wince at that.  It looked like they were being crushed.

The cathedral was in town, and it had to be one of the oldest buildings.  George, whenever he saw the structure, always had assumed it was abandoned or something, due to the fact that he had never seen anybody entering it.  There was nothing modern about it, it was just a tall, white building sitting by itself.  There were small vines that crept from the top down - and the church was sagging forward slightly, almost like it was slumping in grief.

"It looks beautiful, don't you think?" Karl says, however it sounded more like a statement rather than a question.  George just nods; he didn't want to be insulting.  Jacobs parks his car across the road from the church, taking ahold of the bouquet of white rose before jogging over to the property.  George was quick to follow, not bothering to question why he hadn't locked his car.  "We're just in time to help the others prepare,"

"Prepare for what?" He questions as the pair of them walk up to the old building.

"We're preparing a ceremony - don't worry about it, though.  You're just here to look." Karl utters, before pushing his side against the large wood doors.  The door felt like some kind of portal.  A portal from reality, to something much more different.  The cathedral felt a lot larger on the inside - and brighter, too, considering how dark it was outside.  From the great windows of the church the sky was ever-blue.  George wondered if Karl noticed how pretty the sky looked from the inside of the building, how the blue was bright and soft all at once.  George stared in awe; the inside of the church was much more beautiful than the outside.   There were great wooden seats, rows of them, facing the altar at the front; behind it had marvelous paintings which George couldn't quite make out.  He took a curious step forward, starting to slowly inch towards the altar, continuing to look around as he did so.  His shoes made a soft, barely audible squeak as they pressed against the clean marble floor, he could almost see his reflection in the smooth whiteness.  He strolls past pillars of stone, which looked like they were ever so carefully sculpted.  He couldn't even begin to fathom the amount of time that must've taken.  The sturdy pillars were like beacons, colliding with the roof.  The roof had paintings of people, all of them busy doing their own little thing.  The mural was busy; everywhere you looked something different was going on, it was almost like a 'Where's Waldo' drawing.  However it was still so beautiful, so enchanting, so perfectly done.   It was similar to what Michelangelo had done to the Sistine Chapel.

His eyes dart over to the windows, which were stunning stained glass.  They depicted stories, though obviously George didn't know what they were about.  However, an odd thing he had noticed, was the fact that there were no faces on the people.  Instead, the panel where their faces should be was replaced with clear glass.  This made him feel rather confused; where they too lazy to include faces? No, that couldn't be right - the church seemed to have so much effort put into it, they couldn't have made them faceless on accident.  He continued to stroll forward to the altar, though he wasn't exactly focussing on it.  He was still staring, wide-eyed, at the faceless windows.  Someone cleared their throat.