Caelkirk Town...
The small church stood on the outskirts of a quiet town just a few hours' ride from the capital.
It was a humble building of white stone and stained-glass windows depicting heroic saints and divine light.
Inside, the afternoon sun filtered through the colored panes, casting soft rainbow patterns across the wooden pews.
At the front, near the altar, Father Elias stood with a gentle smile, surrounded by a group of excited children sitting cross-legged on the floor.
There were about fifteen of them, ages ranging from six to twelve, all dressed in simple clothes, their eyes wide with wonder as they listened to the priest.
"And so, children," Father Elias stated warmly.
"God is not just a being who sits high in the heavens watching over us. He is love itself. He is the light that guides us when we are lost, the warmth that comforts us when we are cold, and the strength that lifts us when we fall."
