The altar was of dark stone, towering above the floor in front. There was a symbol on the front. I can't remember what it was. Probably a cross. The stand was large and heavy, a seemingly commanding presence, even in the absence of a bishop.
Candles backlit the altar, giving a small amount of light to the place.
That's one thing I didn't like about the church. That church dark that had existed in every single church that I had attended. They almost seemed to force it on you. It made it hard to see for yourself, so they were always happy to lead you. They always convinced you that if you didn't follow them, you'd go astray and fall into the dark, never to return.