Azrael laid on his bed, staring at the star-filled ceiling that often provided him with a sense of calm when he was alone and pondering. The constellations painted above him seemed to shimmer in the dim light of his room, creating an illusion of the vast night sky.
His thoughts wandered, reflecting on the day that had just passed and the intricate tapestry of events that had led him to this moment.
Another day had passed, and he could officially say that he had avoided his potential death. Although that did not mean he was free from danger or death flags.
The fact that he did not die when he was supposed to was a good sign, but it also meant that fate had shifted, and with it, came unforeseen consequences.
The room was quiet, save for the gentle rustling of the curtains as a breeze wafted in from the open window. The scent of blooming jasmine from the gardens below mingled with the cool morning air, offering a fleeting sense of tranquility.
