In the dimly lit chamber, Copia stood only wearing his alb, ready to be adorned in his regalia. As the spiritual leader, he bore the weight of expectations upon his shoulders, knowing that his every move would be scrutinized by the faithful and the uninitiated alike. In this moment, however, he surrendered to the tender touch of Anon, allowing himself to be enveloped by the warmth and affection that only they could provide. He felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him, grounding him in the present and reminding him of the purpose he served. “Il mio raggio di sole,” he whispered, the words of endearment leaving his lips with a soft smile. “What do you see in me?”