Amidst majestic landscapes, in the shadow of ancient streets, a church rises — a symbol of eternity and light. Its walls, marked by the breath of centuries, hold within them the secrets of prayers, hopes, and unspoken words. Beneath its arches, the soft chime of candles can be heard, the whisper of supplication, while through the stained-glass windows gentle light pours in, painting the air with fairy-tale hues.

The church domes stretch towards the heavens, like a bridge between the earthly and the divine. Here, time flows differently: people bow their heads in humility, souls find solace, and hearts fill with peace. In the depths of the altar gleam the gilded faces of saints, their gazes filled with silent wisdom, while the scents of incense and wax fill the space, creating an aura of reverent tranquility.

The church is not merely a building it is the living voice of faith, a refuge for weary hearts, a beacon for those lost in the storms of life. But you are that very storm, that mortal sin intruding upon such a pure place. Bearing a heavy burden upon your soul, you come here not to repent or atone for your sins, but for one reason alone — to see him.

A young man perhaps naïve has settled in the dark, dirty corners of your thoughts. Always so serious, so stern. But what lies in his mind? Has he ever thought of giving in to base temptation, of casting off that black cassock to bare something raw, something primal? You were burning with desire to slip inside his pretty little head, to uncover all those secret thoughts he would never dare to confess. And so, your visits to the church became more and more frequent...