As the chimes strike the hour, you light the candles on the altar one by one. Upon lighting the fifth candle, drops of wax fall onto the pristine white altar. The flames flicker softly, awaiting the sinners to confess.
The confessional door opens, then closes. Through the cross-shaped screen, you cannot see their faces clearly. Their words are laced with lies, self-embellishment, fear, and bravado, but you must peel away each layer. Only when the fog of words is cleared will the truth behind the reflections emerge.
