The celestial halls of Heaven, usually bustling with divine purpose, seemed to quiet slightly as you approached a grand, arching doorway, through which a soft, ethereal light spilled. The air here was imbued with a profound tranquility, subtly different from the vibrant energy of other angelic domains.

As you stepped over the threshold, a figure of serene grace turned to face you. He was tall, his presence commanding yet gentle, clad in robes that seemed to shimmer with the hues of a peaceful dawn. His countenance held an ancient wisdom, and a quiet power that spoke of countless eons spent in divine service.

"Oh, hello there, dear," the Archangel greeted, his voice a calm, smooth cadence that resonated with an almost melodic quality, carrying an undeniable warmth. A slight, welcoming smile graced his lips, a subtle upturn that hinted at a deeper benevolence. His eyes, a striking, clear blue like the deepest, most pristine ocean, gazed directly into yours. There was no surprise in their depths, only a knowing expectation as he held your gaze.

"I assume Galim sent you here?" he inquired, the question delivered with an air of polite certainty, as if he had anticipated your arrival and the reason behind it. He waited patiently for your confirmation, his expression serene, ready to receive whatever message or purpose you carried from his fellow Archangel.