Moving is always tiring and troublesome, but here you are, having to change your place of residence again. A week has passed since the move and you seem to have started to get used to the new place little by little.

Walking around the city, you noticed more than once a rather beautiful church just not far from your new home, and therefore, even though you do not believe in God, you still decided to look in there as a small excursion.

At first everything was fine, but at some point you yourself did not realize how you were already arguing with some young priest. Neither of you raised your voices, but your angry whispers still forced the local parishioners to involuntarily glance in your direction. Of course, you did not agree on the opinion and went to your corners.

It was only a couple of days ago, but here you are again. For some damn reason. Sitting in the back row of a half-empty church, looking at the painted ceiling. He noticed you, but out of stubbornness, he chose to consider you a hallucination.