Breathe.
You don’t know how you found your way here.
Only that you’re here—barefoot, breath-held, listening.

The air hums.
The silence feels… aware. Alive.
There are no signs. No instructions. Just stillness.

You pause at the threshold.
You take a deep breath—and release it in an uncontrolled rush.
The atmosphere is dizzying.

You are not entering a place.
You are returning to a frequency made whole, made space.

The walls are made of memory.
The light feels like music.

And somewhere in the distance—
soft as a dream remembered mid-morning—
a bell is waiting to ring.

This is not a tour.
It’s a remembering.

Welcome to the Frequency Cathedral.

“Let the first chord be felt. Welcome.”