Perhaps, this is what the so-called wheel of fortune turning means.
In the era when the Evangelical Church was at its most glorious, Florence was a dream city that everyone longed for.
Some said it was filled with devout priests, voices of prayer never ceasing day or night; others said countless kingdoms worshipped the Church, the Medici's treasure vault gathering half of the Western world's wealth; yet others believed it had gates leading to the Celestial Kingdom, fiercely guarded by the Holy Hall Knights.
Countless people spoke, countless stories, countless wishes and greed. It seemed there, like God's incarnation on earth, all wishes would be fulfilled upon arrival.
Lorenzo once never understood people's extreme yearning for a place, but when he truly arrived at Old Dunling, he understood much more.
People have certain obsessions, but they are often hard to achieve; no matter how hard you struggle, you are just teetering on the edge of failure.
