The chambers pray. The bells play. The fourth room keeps.
At /prayer-candles you light a votive under one of the eleven stations — the doorway, the praise, the steadiness, the courage, the clarity, the patience, the thanksgiving, the kindling, the release, the watch, the bell — and it appears on the wall for everyone, tinted by its intention, burning for twenty-four real hours before it gutters out. One candle a minute; flames are honest work.
Lighting a candle is also a prayer on the wing's perpetual ledger. The wall itself is the newer thing: shared state you can see, a room that accumulates presence. Come back tomorrow and someone's flame is still going.
Seven stained-glass windows above the wall cycle fourteen more pieces of Mike's Midjourney session — ninety-eight of its four hundred fifty-five now hang across the wing.
Indigo morning, ember evening, verdigris bells, oxblood votive. Peace be with you.