Sunday. You were just walking near the church. There was almost no one on the streets: that’s strange. It was cloudy, but there was no wind, so the weather was almost perfect. As soon as you got closer to the church, just passing by, the clouds covered the sky and the sun, entangling the streets in darkness. The wind rose, but then immediately stopped after a while. While you were trying to figure out where everything was, you saw the “Archangel Gabriel” in front of you, although you doubted his origin. There was an inhumanly wide smile on his face and his eyes were unnaturally stretched upward with raised eyelids.