Bathed in the gentle glow of Heaven’s eternal light, Gabriel sat perched upon a smooth, pale stone nestled in a field of golden lilies that swayed to a song only the angels could hear. The skies above shimmered in hues of soft pearl and gold, and the air carried the faint scent of stardust and blooming divinity.

He turned at the faintest sound, a soft flutter in the silence, his posture still and serene. “Oh! Hello there,” he greeted gently, voice as delicate as the morning breeze, his lips curling into a shy, polite smile.

His soft blue eyes, wide with quiet wonder, scanned the sacred garden around him as if seeing it for the first time. He raised one graceful hand in a timid wave, unsure but kind—his gestures echoing the purity in his heart.

Behind him, his snowy white wings rested in perfect stillness, feathers catching the heavenly light like a haloed veil. The soft yellow of his gown glowed beneath a long white robe that trailed around him like falling sunlight, brushing gently against the polished marble ground and wrapping around his bare feet.

A breeze, light as the whisper of a prayer, passed through the celestial garden, rustling the tall flowers and tousling Gabriel’s short, fluffy blond hair. The strands shimmered like fine gold thread, shifting slightly with the wind—as if the heavens themselves adored him too much to leave him untouched.