The Church.
A solemn hall.
The candles scattered all around did not bathe everything in light; instead, they created a distinct sense of division between light and shadow.
A clergyman walked hurriedly down the long corridor with a bowed posture, holding a tray with two letters. His steps were so light that they made no sound. He quickly approached the pope and kneeled down.
"Your Eminence, these are two urgent letters from the Ailuo Peninsula."
The pope sat quietly with his eyes closed. The cardinal standing next to the pope bowed to him, then turned to the clergyman, reached out, and picked up the two letters. He opened them and began to read one by one.
A gentle breeze blew in from outside the hall, causing the candles within to flicker. The interplay of light and shadow in the entire hall seemed to sway with the wind, much like the current state of the Church.
