A quiet place to light a candle, made by one person.
Some figures you see are ambient characters that keep the cathedral alive. The number at the top counts only real people here right now.
What you write in the confessional never leaves your device: it is turned into light on your screen and is not sent or kept. A real confession is made with a priest; this is a place to let go.
No account, no tracking cookies. Your walk through the nave is kept without any personal details and may appear later as a faint past visitor. Your network address is used briefly to stop abuse and is not stored with it.