Sant'eustachio Novels & Stories

Estrella said rushed already moving toward the trail. When they finally burst through the entrance of the eastern corridor, Estela stopped dead. The fountain, which had been dry, cracked basin for as long as she could remember, was now erupting. Water surged from its centre, a crystal-clear pillar that caught the afternoon sun and shattered it into a thousand tiny rainbows. The basin did not overflow, despite how quickly the water flowed out of the fountain. The bottom of the basin became clear and clean as the water flowed, revealing a golden bottom with an inscription: Superbia in imagine aquae residet. Estrela gasped, stepping closer to the edge of the basin. The water was so clear it alm

“We are yet to discuss how you are so sure that Alessandro won’t easily find us using his compass. You do realize that he could trace us…” “He cannot, mother, as I believe that you seem to forget that I am the carrier of the eye” I said, showing her the eye that Mattia gave me the day he told me of what he’s been up to. The eye was an ancient ornament that was made by the best friend of the first compass owner.

However, he brushed off all doubts, laid on his back in the capsule, put on the helmet, then closed the capsule door, and then Harso started the application. The helmet turned dark and silent. Before long, the scene that he had witnessed countless times returned. Harso returned to the shore of Lac Leman. The modified results make the audio visual signal feel rough, full of interference and crackling static sounds. The scent of the girl's perfume could no longer be detected, and Harso could no longer even get the emotion that normally travels down his nerve fibers. Harso's heart skipped a beat as he walked closer. This time, he felt the pulse of his own heart, not the beat of Harso's figure a

"Does that sound like nothing?" ^^^^