Silent Sanctuary

Last night, I had this eerie dream.
I was in a church, but it felt like a ghost town—completely empty.
The silence was deafening.
As I walked down the aisle, my footsteps echoed like whispers of lost souls.
The light pouring through stained glass lingered on dusty pews,
but the absence of people made it oddly unsettling.
I couldn’t shake off this heavy feeling, like something important was supposed to happen.
Was it just a reflection of my loneliness?
Or did it mean something deeper?
What do you think when a sacred space feels so...
void?
Just curious if anyone else has ever felt that vibe in their dreams!