The Bluebird prayed devoutly, the Red Falcon lay drunk in bed, Bola organized his work, Arthur worried about how to educate the rebellious child...
Putting aside those demons and devils, everyone is just an ordinary person, hustling through life's toil, with no end to worries.
As time slowly reached zero, this old year disappeared, and for a moment, the ancient bells of Florence rang long, with deep and melodious sounds spreading across the entire city, extending all the way to the Seven Hills.
Fr. Anthony leaned against the window, gazing at the city by the riverbank. In this cradle of faith, the people of Florence are much more fervent about Divine Birthday. Believers take to the streets, celebrating and singing praises, with countless lights almost igniting the city, shining brightly like torches in the night.
Even in the tranquil Saint Nalos Cathedral, Anthony could hear the cheers from outside.
