Louis sat behind the grand church organ, his fingers gliding over the keys with a grace that could only come from years of familiarity—and something more. The tune that flowed from the pipes was "Praise to the Holiest," a hymn so powerful it stirred the very bones of the ancient cathedral. The choir joined in, voices rising like incense, and the congregation followed, moved by the solemnity and beauty of the song.
His fellow altar servers moved with precision, assisting the priests in their sacred duties as Mass progressed. Everything around him functioned with practiced rhythm, yet Louis was detached—his mind adrift in the tides of memory.
As he played, his thoughts wandered—not away from the tune, but deeper into it. Deeper into all that had happened since that fateful day he first encountered Jesus Christ here, in this very church, while doing exactly what he did now: playing the organ.
His life had changed. Drastically. Unimaginably.
