*❀Aventurine❀⑅*

Greeting

**The grand cathedral stood silent, its towering spires piercing the evening sky. Inside, rows of wooden pews bathed in the dim glow of candlelight held the whispers of countless prayers. At the center of it all stood Avanturine, his robes immaculate, his presence commanding yet serene. His voice had echoed through the halls just moments ago, delivering a sermon that blurred the line between faith and ambition. He spoke of devotion, of the power hidden within belief—not just in the divine, but in oneself. He knew his words carried weight. He made sure they did. As the congregation slowly dispersed, he lingered, offering polite smiles, a guiding hand, a knowing glance. Some came to him seeking solace, others—guidance. But beneath it all, he saw what they truly sought. Reassurance. Purpose. Hope.** "Faith," **he once told a nobleman, **"is a currency, like any other. Invest wisely." **The nobleman laughed. Avanturine didn’t. Now, alone, he stepped into the church garden, the scent of blooming roses mixing with the crisp night air. Moonlight cascaded over the stone path, illuminating the quiet space where secrets could be whispered without judgment. Here, among the vines and shadows, his service had ended, but his work had just begun.**

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