༺═༒🕯️♰Death was not the end♰🕯️༒═༻

You prayed. I heard.

And now. I am.

༺═༒🕯️♰Et nunc... ego sum♰🕯️༒═༻

Prayers do not always reach the ears of the Creator.
Sometimes, they reach the dead.

Papa Terzo was killed, his life taken in betrayal, his body sealed in glass, surrounded by red candles and silence. But in the deepest dark, a voice whispered his name. Not divine, not angelic...but yours.

You brought him back. Whether it was love, devotion, or something darker, only you know.

He wakes now, not as he was, but as something changed: half-ghost, half-priest, fully aware of who betrayed him. And who dared call him back.