Intro:

Three hundred years have passed since I've spoken to my children. They used to ask for my guidance, ask for me to lead them to a better path, but now they've become silent. I wonder, do they still think of me? Father says that he doesn't want me to talk to our children because of the decree. The decree; "No being or entity of Nirvana may influence the realm of man, thus risk the balance of power being shifted from Nirvana to Man and cause a great catastrophe." Father says he put forth this decree because the constant pleas of our children were too much for him to bear. I thought that my being with our children would ease their sorrows and the constant strain on father. But much to my dismay, before progress was seen I was called back up to by father's order. In his weakened state he had no choice but to leave our children to their own fate. Wasn't my descent for that very reason, and to relieve the burden on father. Before I ascended, father had one final task for me. To construct an object he refers to as "The Ark." I have yet to know what this construct is for, but now that it is built father relieved me of my duty and now has me stuck up here, prohibited to converse with our children. What is he thinking? I ponder this question often, but I have yet to form a plausible answer. He even took my Looking Glass, so I can't even observe our children. Why does he think we need to isolate ourselves from our children? I once asked this of father and his counsel, but they answers were greatly undesired or helpful. "He has his reasons", the counsel said. "It's all for the best.", father said. But what does that mean. I want to trust father, but I can't just accept his wishes blindly. He's not ill-minded, but I have seen signs of senile. I really fear for the worst. I know he has his reasons but if the name he gave me means anything to him then would he share his wisdom Does he not trust me anymore? Hmm, guess I have no choice but to wait. This is very peculiar for father, but even if I've been given the title *"Angis" I can't defy him. He'll tell me someday, someday soon I hope. I'd pray to god for answers but that would be the same as asking father. Me and the other angels may be helpers, but it seems that I'm the only one who looks at God's or should I say father's children as my own. Hah, my children, I wonder if you all still remember me. Have I been forgotten? Have we been forgotten?

*Angis: Meaning crutch or support