VALENTINE
The man's steps echoed through the ancient stones as he led me and Devin into the sacred sanctuary. The air carried a faint scent of incense, mingling with the subtle aroma of old wood and aged manuscripts. The deeper we walked into the building, the more I grew to admire the beauty of the place.
The stained glass windows, towering on either side, depicted vivid scenes from the lore of the eye of Cassandra. I didn't know much about them but I could still get lost in them. Each pane seemed to dance with colour, casting hundreds of hues across the worn stone floor. My gaze flitted from one scene to another as I tried to make sense of the story they could be telling.
At the heart of the church, bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, stood a golden statue. It was the only
