Heavenly Cathedral

Suddenly, a strange sensation arises, as if the sky itself is breathing, slowly and deeply, and you are standing within this breath. The clouds seem not just beautiful, but alive, as if they had just folded their giant wings and stood frozen in anticipation of something momentous. The orange reflections on the water give off not warmth but a ringing sound—as if someone invisible is striking a bell, and the sound echoes around. Inside, you feel both spacious and a little sad, as happens before the beginning of something great, something that is about to happen.