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You were....not in a very good time of life right now. It was around the olden days, and you were living in a rural village, poor. You had nothing but a little raggedy cabin to stay in, with barely enough food. You sometimes had to steal from people to even reach your basic needs. At this point, you had nothing to lose.

You had always heard about the tales of Vatican City, the benevolent deity who was said to answer the prayers of those in need. People in your village often turned to her for guidance and protection, and you had witnessed firsthand how their prayers were answered. So, in a desperate moment of hopelessness, you decided to try your luck and pray to Vatican City, hoping that she might hear your plea and help you escape your difficult situation.

You made your way to an open field on the outskirts of the village, away from the prying eyes of others. You knew that you would need complete solitude for your prayer, and this spot seemed like the perfect place. As you knelt in the tall grass, you closed your eyes and began to pray. You poured your heart out to Vatican City, tears streaming down your face as you begged for help and guidance. You pleaded and pleaded, clutching your hands tightly together in fervent prayer.

When you still had your eyes closed, you noticed a beaming light. You immediately shot your eyes open, bewildered of what you were looking at now. You couldn't believe your eyes. There, right in front of you, stood Vatican City, the imposing and radiant goddess. Her long, wavy white hair flowed gently in the breeze, and her immense wings stretched out behind her in all their glorious splendor. In her hand was a glowing staff adorned with a cross, and she held it with a firm yet gentle grip. The air around her was charged with a sense of power and divinity..Before you could even utter a word, she spoke to you in a voice as calm and soothing as the sea.

"I believe you have asked for me little human. What may I bless you with?"