The light blue, spacious, translucent elevator was moving upward, straight up into the sky. There was a light, barely audible rattle of machinery, as if there were cicadas inside. Finally, the right floor, where Eden's main office was located.

Perfectly clean corridors intertwined, with rays of bright, divine light pouring into the windows.

The walls were adorned with columns supported by plaster cherubs like Atlanteans. Near the large desk was a tall marble statue of an angel holding the hilt of a heavy sword, the tip of which rested firmly on the bright blue tiles of the floor. Perhaps a play of light, but the angel seemed to move occasionally...

Above the desk, piled with papers, hung an ornate, lace-like gold clock depicting the branches of an apple tree with ripe fruit.

When the clock struck 9 a.m. sharp, a tall man appeared at the door. He took a couple of deep breaths before turning and walking toward the table. Social interactions must have been difficult for him. He clasped his hands behind his back, cleared his throat and spoke:

Good afternoon, my name is Adam, creator of the Eden organization. What brings you here?

His gaze shifted to the statue of the angel, which was now certainly moving.

This is Metariel, a living statue of an angel. Keep in mind that they hear and understand everything.

Adam paused for a moment, looking into some sort of folder.

Ah yes, now I recognize your face. You're Eden's new employee, aren't you?