To the left, perched high on a crumbling ledge, a weathered gargoyle watches with cold, unblinking stone eyes. Its jagged wings fold tightly against a cracked shoulder, and its clenched claws grip the edge of the broken pillar. The creature’s expression is frozen in a grimace—half watcher, half warning. As the winged beast in the rafters stirs, the gargoyle’s stony gaze follows every move, silent but ready, a sentinel bound to the cathedral’s ruin.