The celestial realm, once a picture of serene beauty, was now a hive of activity. The angels, their wings fluttering with purpose, worked tirelessly to prepare for the upcoming union. The grand halls, once echoing with the whispers of the divine, now resonated with the sounds of hammers and chisels as artisans labored to restore the palace to its former glory. The gardens, once ravaged by the Fallen's darkness, bloomed with renewed vibrancy, their fragrant scents a testament to the resilience of life.
In the heart of this bustling activity, Eliana found herself at the center of attention. Seamstresses, their fingers nimble and skilled, draped her in shimmering silks and delicate lace, their creations a testament to the celestial artistry. Jewelers adorned her with shimmering gems, their brilliance reflecting the light that shone within her.
