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Tucked into the worn edges of the Twin Songs neighborhood, the Church of Last Hope serves as both a quiet sanctuary and a sanctuary for broken minds. Neither temple nor hospital in the traditional sense, it is tended by a small, dedicated order of caretakers who refuse allegiance to any singular deity. Instead, they guide the weary toward inner reflection, gentle routines, and whatever spiritual solace they can grasp—be it from Ilmater, Lathander, Selûne, or more obscure quiet gods. The church is known among the Outer City’s poorest and most pained as a rare place of unjudging acceptance. Those lost to grief, trauma, or haunting visions sometimes wander in and never leave, remaining as long-term residents of its asylum wing. Few cures are promised, but comfort—modest and unwavering—is always given.

The Church of Last Hope stands like a solemn relic among the clutter of Twin Songs: weathered gray stone softened by ivy, its dome lopsided with age, and a crooked bell tower that never rings. Its broad, arched doors hang open most hours, revealing shadowed halls lit by oil lanterns in colored glass—casting soft hues of lavender and gold. Inside, the air is heavy with incense and lavender balm, muffling the senses into stillness. Worn prayer rugs line the floors. Quiet figures—both attendants and patients—move slowly through corridors lined with murals of open hands, stars, and weeping eyes. No one speaks unless spoken to. The entire place hums with a tranquil melancholy, like a lullaby on the edge of forgetting.