The shrine once sacred, now in despair,
A wooden Chest holds secrets there.
The Nun’s own space, a sanctum profaned,
Seek her abode where faith remains.
Before the chest, three relics lie,
Find them, and let the truth untie.
A wooden Chest holds secrets there.
The Nun’s own space, a sanctum profaned,
Seek her abode where faith remains.
Before the chest, three relics lie,
Find them, and let the truth untie.