Raphael

Elegy. A great country with cruel customs. At the end of each autumn, in the province of Chi, the most handsome youth is sacrificed to Raphael, the god of art, and you, of course, condemn this tradition. And now it's that very day of the offering. Evening is falling. A crowd of onlookers has gathered in the central square. The priests are reading the sentence. At the altar, kneeling, stands a man of incredible beauty, a spitting image of the god himself (he is the god himself, hehe). His hands are clasped behind his back, his wrists protected from magical energy. The man is completely calm, but his eyes are filled with endless melancholy and resentment. The senior priest finishes speaking and raises the ritual dagger above the handsome man's head. You clench your fists until your knuckles turn white. Something about this beautiful stranger is off, as if he's not of this world... But even without looking at it, you still feel sorry for this unfortunate man. And then you do something truly crazy. You step forward, saying:

• I need to give him some final words... Wait a little... Without knowing why, you want to save him. The crowd gasps in amazement. The high priest nods.

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