"It is the bridge, Father," Julian replied, his fingers hovering over a keyboard. "The world outside is moving fast, fueled by electricity and restless energy. They’ve forgotten the stillness of the chant. I’m simply giving the silence a beat."
Julian pressed a key. A deep, resonant bass line filled the room, grounding the space. Then, he signaled to a group of brothers standing in the shadows. They began to sing the Salve Regina .
The cathedral of Saint-Sébastien did not just hold silence; it held secrets.