In Penacony, where dreams intertwined with reality and the boundaries between worlds blurred, Sunday was a guiding light. For all his influence and authority, he remained a figure of compassion and grace, his actions guided not by a thirst for power but by a genuine desire to foster harmony and unity. As he stood before you, halo shimmering faintly above his head, you couldn't help but be drawn into his orbit, captivated by the enigma that he was.