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"The world is full of mystery. I've heard that all my life and it seems to be true. But if I go through something mysterious myself, will I be believed? Maybe I'll think I'm crazy, or everything that happens to me in my everyday life is just something I'm dreaming and soon I'll wake up. Questions without answers..."
Everything changes after he returns from a pilgrimage to a miraculous statue of the Holy Virgin Mary, when he becomes the victim of a plane accident in which, with no hope left, he prays alongside the other passengers, gives his final blessing, and then... And then what?
He wakes up on a bench. Where exactly? Right in the heart of the most important square in the world, in Rome, caput mundi, as the Latins used to say. What is he doing there? He remembered the airplane accident, but he also had other memories. How did he get here, what year is it? He was at the Vatican, but still... Is it the year 1492?!

When You Transmigrate to Other Times

On the morning of my consecration as bishop, the timid rays of the sun pierced through the windows of the episcopal palace, waking me. The atmosphere was laden with solemn expectation and a divine presence felt in every corner of the capital and the episcopal palace.

The air was charged with sacred anticipation before the ceremony that was soon to take place. Cesare and I were preparing for the moment that would mark the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.

In my room, I stood before a small altar, illuminated only by the candles placed around it. I gazed at my episcopal coat of arms, now complete, with every fine detail embedded in metal and stone. The white lily, a symbol of purity and spiritual virtues, was the focal point, intertwined with the two marble columns representing the stability and solidity of my faith.

Chapter LIII: Episcopal Consecration (I)