Day 1,461

Their voices echoed around the cathedral, each word multiplying and reverbing and distorting until their singing began to resemble guttural nothings tossed into the faces of uncaring statues. Such was the task of a choir - to keep the stone occupied while the congregation went about their worship of a higher power.

For the most part it worked, the statues were appeased, their saintly faces remaining amused, cheerful and most importantly - free from the blood and viscera of helpless worshippers who knew little more than how and when to visit the cathedral, their minds having gone aeons ago.