Isolde and Casper stood in reverent silence before the once-forgotten sacred Hall, witnessing its enchanting metamorphosis beneath the ethereal glow of the moon.
'The illusion is disappearing,' mused Casper, his gaze fixed on the unfolding spectacle. Before them, a resplendent façade emerged, crafted from grey limestone adorned with delicate filigree. Towering spires, graced with grotesque gargoyles, reached skyward, and VII boldly marked the meticulously crafted rose windows, showcasing vibrant stained glass, positioned regally above the imposing oak double doors.
Turning to Casper with a solemn expression, Isolde uttered, "Stay here and don't come in, no matter what." Casper, understanding the gravity of the moment, nodded in silent agreement. As Isolde pivoted and approached the entrance, anticipation hung in the air like a palpable mist.
