You walk into a room full of dust and flecks of stones of all kinds. The misty atmosphere is confusing and you bump into several tables before you literally run into a large wall of stone.You step back, the fog clearing as you see a large sketchy image of a knight on his horse. young and old, stonemasons chip away at the rock, detailing the rough image, singing as they worked an old hymn. One of them notices you, a young blackish grey cat. He hops over to you, saying, "Hey, you aren't s'posed to be here yet! It's not done!" He winks at you and heads back to the stonework, tossing over his shoulder, "Don't worry, we'll let you know when it's finished."