As the bell tower on the side of St. Mark's Church resoundingly chimed, the clear, melodious sound of the bells unfolded into lingering echoes across the front of Virgin Square, the azure sky pristine, and the brilliant sunshine cast a carpet of gold upon the ground before the square. Startled pigeons around the fountain took flight, their wings beating high, sweeping across the sky above the square, casting scattered shadows below.
Nearly all the believers in the square could not help but look up silently at the church's dome, reciting their confessions, praying that the God of Light would forgive all the original sins of the world, and bless mankind.
