The hours slipped away, and night descended upon the underground domain. The square beneath the Basilica of Saint Peter stirred with a palpable tension, its stillness broken only by the faint rustling of robes and whispered prayers. The gathered crowd, numbering in the hundreds—perhaps more—stood like a sea of doves cloaked in pure white. Their garments, stark and unblemished, blended together, creating an almost otherworldly atmosphere. Among them, a few donned vestments reminiscent of priests, their ornate embroidery catching the dim light.