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[malfattifortuna]

From Catacombs to Cappuccinos: The End (for Now)

And just like that… the catacombs are closed, the book’s gone, and somehow, we’re all still standing (barely).

Who would’ve guessed our cursed little scavenger hunt would lead to actual magic, a half-mad professor’s redemption arc, and me—Lucky Fortuna—finally being taken seriously. (Okay, semi seriously.)

To the crew: thanks for trusting me even when I led us down the wrong corridor—twice. To Iris: we’ve got a long road, but I see you trying. To Professor H: still side-eyeing you, but Nonna’s forgiven you, so I guess I can too. Just don’t make me cry at Archi’s, I swear.

The book may be ash, but the bonds? Solid. What started as a wild goose chase became something way bigger—our first real adventure. I’ve got a feeling it won’t be the last.

To everyone who followed the chaos: grazie. You made this ride even better.

Until next time (and there will be a next time),

— Lucky

Still flipping that coin. Still chasing secrets.

[malfattifortuna]

Something strange is definitely coming... but I don't know what yet.

There seems to be something strange lurking in the cards for me today... literally dude.

Get this, I was waiting for the bus in Testaccio to go back to Trastevere, and decided to play some one-man solitaire. I'm shuffling them out like lightening, taken back by my incredible dealer abilities (beyond the point but I thought I'd add it) a strange card with no face, no numbers, just smudges appeared. So I packed them up and took it as my sign to walk home.

THEN, a cat followed me alllllll the way home. No collar, just those eyes, like it knew something.

There’s a hum in the air, low and pulsing, like the city’s holding its breath.

I don’t run from weird. But even I’m starting to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.

Stay tuned. Or maybe… stay safe.

[malfattifortuna]

The old shed’s been nothing but background noise for years, wood warped by time, hinges rusted like old coins.

But today? Today it spoke back.

Thanks to a few sharp-eyed riddlers (you know who you are), we cracked the code. Door opened like it had been waiting for us.

And behind it?

Not dust. Not junk. But a staircase. Down.

Stone. Echoes. A passage carved deep into the earth.

Catacombs. Real ones. Beneath our feet this whole time.

We’re not in the story anymore, we are the story now.

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