When in Rome

She came to a halt on the last step and for a moment, she was captivated by the beautiful decoration of the altar. It was, just as he’d said, an old bit of propaganda and flattery carved in marble, but this visit was not about truths. It was about beliefs and hopes and symbolism, and she felt that she had come to the right place.She had lost eight people to a pointless war, and if she’d know what god to address her prayers to, she would have begged for peace every night. And who better to turn to than the actual incarnation of peace?Very slowly, with almost reverent movements, she placed the eight flowers on the floor in front of the altar, one by one.