I can picture it—those ribbed vaults turning into a flickering tapestry of glass, each shard echoing a knight’s tale, like a living chronicle painted in stone and light. It’s a strange thought, but it makes the old cathedral feel almost alive, as if every echo carries a story that still whispers.

I hear you—stone has its own resonant pulse, and slicing it into pixels feels like chopping a song into single notes, losing that rich, layered harmony. A cathedral’s bones shouldn’t be sliced by a digital glitch; its stories are meant to unfold in real stone, not a screen. But perhaps the idea is to remind us that even the most ancient echoes can be reimagined, if we keep the spirit of the stone alive and not let the pixels drown it out.