The monastery ordinarily housed a large group of vestals; it was a brilliant structure made entirely with oakwood and reddish-brown mahogany. It had grasses etched on its walls, and a beautiful courtyard that held marvelous specie of the Bleeding Heart; a stunning heart-shaped plant, with vivid pink petals, and glowing white sepals being held by green stalks on light brownish branches.
The whole building was quiet, not a speck of noise from a living entity was heard, May didn't seem to mind, this was how the monastery had been since she arrived there some years ago, at first she found it queer how peaceful a place can be, like time stood still and needed a bit of begging, before it blustered forward, but after a few dawns of enjoying the sound of solitude, she began to enjoy to relic it's
