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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

I finally realized what these people, and everyone living in Rome during that time, were missing. It wasn't something material but rather something spiritual. They needed someone to lead them spiritually, a model of holiness that seemed like an incarnate angel.

I don't know if I'm the one who will be able to guide these people toward freedom from the traps of demons and other challenges. But I want to hope that everything will change once I step onto the ecclesiastical stage of this world. Thinking along these lines, I fell asleep, ready to wake up to a new day.

The next day, I woke up early without attempting to wake up the perpetually tired Cesare. Well, I thought I should be quiet so as not to disturb his much-needed rest of late.

"Antonio, why didn't you wake me up?" came his voice just as I was about to leave the room.

"You were sleeping so peacefully; I couldn't bear to wake you," I whispered, trying not to disturb him too much.

Chapter CXXVII: Under Sacred Guidance, Rome is Reborn