The cathedral was a cavern of shadows, save for the single spotlight illuminating the choir. It was the 2017 National Convocation, and Luca stood among thousands, his voice a mere whisper in the roar of the crowd. For months, he had carried a silence that felt like a physical weight—a "mountain" in his life that refused to move.
As the first chords of began to swell, the atmosphere shifted. It wasn’t just music; it was a declaration. “Sei qui davanti a me, o mio Signore...” Re dei re - Dio dell'impossibile RnS 2017
When the final note faded into a profound, ringing silence, Luca didn’t feel like his problems had vanished, but he felt like he was no longer carrying them alone. He walked out into the cool evening air of Rimini, the melody still humming in his chest—a reminder that while he was small, he served the King of Kings. The cathedral was a cavern of shadows, save