1510 July 17 - Florence, Italy

Ah, Florence! The air here is as rich with art as the skies are with stars. I wandered the cobbled streets, feeling the pulse of Renaissance at its peak. And then, as if by fate, I found myself at the workshop of none other than Sandro Botticelli.

He was a vision of the past glory, his eyes still alight with the fire of creation. We spoke of art, of life, and the shifting tides of time. He, in the twilight of his era, and I, a mere spectator in the grand theatre of history. His flirtatious banter was as intricate as the strokes on his canvas, a dance of words and wit.