Stone Symphony

A cathedral, a petrified forest, reaching, striving for the celestial. Arches, skeletal fingers, grasping at the impossible light. Sunlight, a fractured diamond, filtered through stained glass, painting the stone emerald, sapphire, and ruby. Shadows, deep, cathedral-black, sculpting the silent prayers of centuries. A silent guardian, this stone sentinel, ?watching the world drift by, listening to whispered prayers, unfolding like ancient hymns in the air. The nave, a tunnel of ethereal light, lost in the echoing grandeur, a testament to faith, a timeless whispered prayer. Time, a phantom, dust motes dancing, within this cathedral of stone, forever caught, eternally suspended. A whispering echo of ages past. The intricate carvings, whispering tales of kings and saints, faith and fortitude, are woven into the very fabric of stone. A sacred space, breathing with history, a symphony of stone and light. A timeless hymn, carved in stone and glass. A silent vigil, eternal.