Built from pale light and quiet geometry, this cathedral keeps what time would rather forget. Every arch answers another, every corridor folds back into itself, so that nothing that enters here is ever truly lost. Cool turquoise moves through the stillness like a hymn sung under ice, softened by faint traces of rose, like the warmth of a half-remembered face. At its center a small cross of light keeps watch: the heart of a temple where memory never fades.