Screams echoed ceaselessly in the House of God.
The towering stone brick walls and pillars deflected voices very well, not allowing much at all to be absorbed or to dissipate, leading even one raised tone to rebound countless times throughout the building, and when stacking together all the cries and wails before us now, everything came together like one harrowing symphony of something truly tragic.
The areas in which we were permitted were sizeable, but not vast. No matter to which corner one fled, no matter in what bathroom stall one hid, no matter which bedsheets one buried themselves under―the unending sobs were inescapable.
Starting with Cecilia, who stood at no important location in the nave, staring at the subjects of all the racket with cruel indifference, and the Protagonist, who likewise observed with a seemingly disgruntled look, I swept a gaze across all those who remained.
