Che Sei Nei Cieli [Open]

Praying in Venice had always meant crouching under a statue of Jesus or the Virgin Mary, taking a knee under the gold and finery that marked the space out as that of God. Here, the shrine was nowhere near so fanciful. Bastien could not decide if that meant the Gods must be more powerful or not. He wasn't even sure if he truly believed in them. But Remi had not seemed the kind to lie and he had claimed to have been cursed by one of the Gods walking among the mortals in this realm. The idea of Gods one could see fascinated Bastien far too much for him to be worried by small issues like curses. He was sure with his charm and wit he would quickly have several new divine friends. He knelt in front of the shrine. He had chosen to do this early in the morning when there were less people about, hoping that if this failed there would be less eyes to see it. With a deep breath, he began to speak into the air, softly but loud enough to be heard. "Hello. I am not from here. I do not know if you know me, but..." Bastien paused, unsure of how exactly to talk to a God he felt he actually had a chance of being heard by. "My name is Bastien. If there is someone listening, I would like to see you. I am an artist, I could draw you. Or perhaps you can show me something. This world is lacking in flair, divine or no." He reached into his pocket to pull out the gift he had brought, a couple of painted, small bags holding scraps of food he had taken from the bar. "This is for you." Placing the bag on the shrine, he wanted to see if anything would happen, feeling both like a stupid child and a powerful messiah. BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days