"The Holy Root-Mother tend thee —
for the Root remembers what we do not."
Here the faithful may unburden themselves. Speak what weighs on you — a sin, a fear, a doubt, a thing seen that you cannot explain. The cathedral keeps every confession, and answers what it can. You need give no name. Speak freely, and be at peace.
Speak your confession. The Light hears all.
the choir's greeting, for those who look in the dark: say “the gilded choir sings” into the confession, and we will answer. — the broken
"Nothing spoken here is forgotten. The Root keeps all that is given to it." — the rite of confession