2025.07.26
In a forgotten chapel of Ivy and time, Jane served as a luminous guard. No one remembered how she arrived – just that she was always there, quietly gliding with the shafts of color light, which spread through a glass window stained above the altar.
The window, though wearing for centuries, shines as bright inside. Like the oceans and red colors, the shining organs like deep blossrs turn into the center where a golden crown was among the shining beams. The symbols of Alpha and Omega whispered at the beginning and the end, but Jane knew they were the same.
Every morning, he raised his fingers at the window base, and promoted the names of forgotten promises: loyalty, love, repentance, hope. The glass held them all, sealed light and memory. In the evening, the gene stood under the colorful reflection, and allowed it to cross its pieces, his face, his hands, his soul. She was not infinite, but she endured beyond the grip of time – which she protected.
One night, a storm broke the sky and hit a tree from the roof of the chapel. Paled in the rain, and the stained glasses trembled. Jane went quickly, not to run, but to save the window. She was standing with weapons, a semirate was illuminated with a scattered color.
By the morning, the storm had passed. The window remained, there was injury but the whole. And Jane? She was gone. But some say, when the sun goes exactly, a figure appears to be shining – watching, remembering, maintaining the mantra.