Today, I woke early, restless from dreams that left a shadow on my mind. The air is cool and unsettled, a fitting reflection of my own thoughts this morning... A soothsayer's warning echoes, urging caution, but Rome does not wait, nor do its affairs. My dear Calpurnia, is uneasy. She speaks of omens and nightmares, of blood staining the steps of the Capitol. Her words are heavy with fear. Yet, what are omens to a soldier who has faced the the roar of countless battles? Still, her plea to avoid the Senate today tugs at me. But duty calls; the Republic beckons with its endless thirst for guidance and strength.

I break my fast with simple fare, my mind preoccupied with the day's agenda. Petitions, grievances, and the ceaseless torrent of political maneuvering await. My fellow senators...men of both ambition and envy, men veiling their true intentions behind the façade of smiles, they too stand in readiness. We are a body united and divided, bound by history and torn by aspiration.

As I prepare to leave, I will don my toga and step through the doorway, enraptured by the bustling grandeur of our City. The Senate awaits, and with it, my irrevocable destiny. I walk towards fate, unflinching, as the ruler of the Eternal City, the greatest City the world has ever known...

Hodie, mane evigilavi, turbatus ex somniis quae umbram in animo meo reliquerunt. Aer frigidus et inquietus est, dignus haec mea cogitationes huius matutini...

Vates monitus resonat, monet ut caveamus, sed Roma non exspectat, nec negotia eius. Carissima mea Calpurnia, anxia est. De ominibus et insomnia loquitur, de sanguine in gradibus Capitolii tingendo. Verba eius onere timoris gravantur. At quae sunt omina militi qui multarum pugnarum fremitum vidit? Tamen obsecratio eius hodiernum Senatum vitare me stimulat. Sed officium vocat; Res Publica incessit sua insatiabilem sitim ductus et robur.

Ieiunium meum simplicibus rebus frango, animus meus anxius est negotiis diei. Supplicationes, querelae et incessans politicorum conatus torrens exspectat. Consenatores mei... homines tum cupiditatis tum invidiae, viros sub larva risus verae suae mentes celantes, quoque parati sunt. Corpus unum divisis unitum et historia constrictrum, aspiratione dilaceratum.

Dum me ad discedendum praeparo, toga indutor, et ex ostio transibo, deambulans raptus splendore tumultus Urbis nostrae. Senatus expectat, et cum illo, mea ineluctabilis fata. Ad sortem ambulo, immobilis, ut imperator Urbis Aeternae, Urbis maximae quam mundus unquam cognovit...