I lay in the bathtub and looked at the charming murals on the ceiling, with little angels flying among the flowers. He leaned against the golden lion's head that spit out gentle water jets, and put his cloak on his hands, revealing his long light brown hair. The sound of the harp coming from nowhere collided among the domes, fell down, and lingered in the water vapor.
"Beautiful and dazzling Venus." He looked at me and said, "From now on, your name is Lucien."
The year was 1514, I was ten years old, and in Florence, the center of the world at that time, my life completely changed.
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