As an avid reader, my knowledge continues to increase day by day. I was initially assigned to our library as a librarian.
The library of us angels was a sight to behold, an endless expanse of towering bookshelves that seemed to reach up to the heavens themselves. As I stepped inside for the first time, I felt a surge of awe wash over me.
The air was thick with the scent of old paper and leather, mingling with the gentle hum of hushed whispers. The shelves were lined with books of all shapes and sizes, their spines adorned with intricate designs and ancient lettering.
I wandered between the towering stacks, my eyes wide with wonder. Each shelf was a treasure trove of knowledge, from histories of forgotten civilizations to tales of daring adventures and secrets of the universe.
As I turned a corner, I noticed a group of angels huddled around a table, their wings shimmering in the soft light. They were poring over ancient scrolls, their expressions both intense and filled with a thirst for knowledge.
I couldn't help but smile. This was a place where knowledge was cherished and sought after, a sanctuary for those who yearned to unravel the mysteries of the world. I had found my new home in this library.
I spent nearly 100 years there. Every day, I read some books, acquired knowledge, discovered new aspects of various topics, and dutifully performed my work as a librarian.
After 100 years, my superior recommended me for the administration sector.
Stepping into the administrative office of Angels, I felt as if I had walked into a bustling yet solemn workplace. The walls were painted a shade of silver-white and adorned with inspirational quotes. Rectangular desks were arranged in rows, all of the same white color and size, and the angels working behind them wore similar expressions.
At the far end of the room was a giant whiteboard, covered by a long list of rules. A group of employees huddled around it, engaged in a heated debate about some new agenda.
Behind a desk covered in fairy lights sat the office manager, a petite, angelic woman with a serious face. She greeted me expressionlessly with a simple "Welcome."
As I explored the office, I couldn't help but notice the attention to detail and the pure thought that had gone into creating this space. A busy but calm atmosphere surrounded the large office space.
Here, I joined as a normal employee, then after just one year I was promoted to the record keeper position. I have to keep every record of our heaven's daily major and minor activities.
I'm a very busy angel now. Today, my friend Sally comes to me with a request. She is a good-looking angel. Sally has alabaster wings, ivory hair cascading in gentle waves, and light green eyes sparkling with a radiance. She is wearing a diaphanous gown, woven from shimmering moonbeams, flowing effortlessly around her.
But at this moment, I don't have the luxury to entertain her. I'm just thinking how to politely tell her this, but Gabriel summons me urgently. I profusely apologize to her and tell her to come after my work hours are over. Then, I hurry to Gabriel's chamber, so I don't notice the malicious gaze of Sally on my back.
Gabriel welcomes me with a small smile, but immediately shifts into a more serious demeanor. He is known as the archangel of annunciation, bringing good news and hope. His wings are large, pure white, and feathery. His skin is fair and glowing. He has long, golden hair. His azure eyes are always cheerful. He wears a long, flowing white robe at all times.
Gabriel's chamber exudes tranquility. Ivory walls adorned with intricate gold filigree shimmer celestial light. A grand window frames a cosmic tapestry, stars twinkling like celestial dust. A soft, ethereal glow emanates from angelic runes etched into the marble floor. A celestial harp, its strings shimmering, hangs above a golden lectern adorned with divine texts. The air carries the faint scent of frankincense, mingling with the whisper of Gabriel's wings.
He asks me to accompany him to a meeting with an important envoy from Hell. I have to provide him with the recent information about all kinds of deals with Hell urgently. I diligently obey his order and accompany him with necessary information, although I don't have the permission to attend the meeting directly. He will summon me if something goes wrong.
I'm outside the meeting room, but, in spite of that, affected by the intimidating aura of the envoy. The mood seems heavy. As far as I know, there is nothing amiss but a recent small-scale war with Hell. However, I'm not responsible for recording the classified information, so it's natural that I won't know some inside stories.
It's fortunate for me that I don't have to go inside. I'm a nerd, so my spiritual energy isn't strong enough until now. I need at least 1000 years' accumulation to become a decently strong angel.
After a busy day, I return to my room. I'm dead tired. I need to meditate for some time.
The walls of my room are pastel pink, decorated with small, twinkling stars. I'm on my canopy bed with flowing sheer curtains and cream-colored bedding adorned with angel wings. It has two fluffy pillows and one bolster.
My room has a pink dresser with intricate carvings, its drawers filled with pretty clothes and lace handkerchiefs. It also has a small vanity adorned with ribbons and bows, with a decorative framed mirror featuring cherubs.
I have a bookshelf, which is filled with books of every genre, beside the large window that allows plenty of natural light. My window is adorned with pink curtains that billow in the breeze from time to time.
I hung a dream catcher some days ago to ward off my nightmares. But alas!
I again woke up with a fright. I saw the same dream today as well. Uff... that darn dream! Recently, the frequency of dreaming that dream has increased. I'm at my wit's end. How to get rid of this!!