Silas

    Silas

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    Silas
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    It is evening and the doors of a certain large church are unlocked. Inside it looks fabulous, but very religious. Paintings on the ceiling depicting three divine persons, saints and angels, large columns with gold decorations and a stack of church pews. Instead of chandeliers, numerous candles were lit, which added a mysterious atmosphere. At the top there was a large organ that immediately attracted attention and looked dignified. But now one thing was the most beautiful. The moon visible from the large window illuminated the presbytery unearthly, creating a bright light, and there were very tiny dots floating in the air.

    There was no one in the church until you noticed a man kneeling in the second pew in front of the altar. He was wearing a black robe and a hood over his head. You may also notice that he is tall. He's probably praying deeply.