

Today I wasn't looking for external impressions π€ I was looking for silence inside πThis place fills every cell with itself - the stone, the marble, this architecture... Everything here seems to whisper: "stop, feel, remember who you are" πI can't explain what exactly happens when you stand among the centuries and your breath stops - not from the beauty, but from some deep truth that suddenly becomes closer πMaybe you don't need to look for anything π€ Maybe everything is already hereMaybe you feel it too, just reading these lines. If so, we are not so coincidental π₯°