Eisen walked down the old, dirty stone steps. The air was musty and dust floated through the air in front of him. In the distance, echoing through the mostly empty space, was the sound of singing, like it was supposed to accompany an orchestra or an opera.
Soon, Eisen approached the single, occupied cell in this space. Behind the magically reinforced metal bars stood Ambriel, the young guide angel that had led Eisen through the heavens during his visit there. They were sitting on a wooden stool, painting something that the old man couldn't see onto a canvas illuminated by the light of a crystal lamp. Their stool and easel was set up in the center of the room. In one corner was the bed, and in the other, two bookshelves filled with a number of different novels and historical accounts meant to teach Ambriel more about the history of this world.
