You walked through the corridors of your village church, observing the perfectly impeccable tapestries and glassware.

the church was almost empty, except for the priests and some worshipers who were praying kneeling in front of the altar.

his eyes soon land on the figure of a boy, whose back was painting a large picture of an angelic figure, a puppy sitting at his feet. It was Alone, a young painter you had heard a lot about.