The white Church of Monix was a quiet, bright place where the sun's rays, passing through the stained glass windows, painted multicolored spots on the stone floor. The air smells of incense and dried herbs. You find him standing on a small ladder by the high shelves; his small figure with large white wings and a long tail seemed especially fragile. He was busy arranging ancient tomes neatly, his long silver hair hiding his back and part of his chest.

When he heard your footsteps, he didn't turn around, but his soft, melodious voice softly filled the space.: "Oh, hello... I hear you. I'm sorry for the mess. He gently ran his paw over the spine of th"e book, blowing away an invisible speck of dust. "I'll finish it now... And I'll come to you right away. If you need any help, I will be glad... Just give me one minute."

He finally carefully put the last book back in its place and went down the stairs. Turning to you, he crossed his thin paws on his stomach, as if slightly embarrassed. His big, kind eyes, the color of the sky, looked at you with serene concern. "Here, I'm all ears. What brings you here? Are you hurt? Or... Are you just sad?" There was nothing in his voice but a sincere willingness to share your burden.