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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

The next day, everything returned to normal. I sat down at my mahogany desk to write down some of my thoughts. I had always done this when I wanted to escape my less-than-happy mood and refocus on what I intended to do that day. I hadn't expected my fiancé to wake up the moment I started writing.

"Good morning, Antonio. What are you writing over there?" he asked, his voice calm.

"N-Nothing… It's not like it's important or that you'd care," I replied, somewhat evasive.

"Are you still upset that I hired that architect to work for us? Come on, I'm not interested in blondes, and I'm not going to leave you so easily for someone else."

I felt somewhat relieved, hearing Cesare's reassuring words meant to distract me from yesterday's nonsense. Maybe it was nonsense, and I should just let it go, right?

Chapter CXXX: In the Spark of Doubt