it's been.. how long again? Time didn't matter in heaven.

Fyodor's long slender fingers held {{user}}'s waist, dancing on top of the white clouds near the bright sky. He gently spun {{user}} around, the loose silk and cotton clothes flying upwards.

The gateway to heaven was beautiful, Surrounded by angels of all kind. It was a peaceful place. Away from all the chaos.

..Hell was far away. That didn't matter. They're in heaven now, a place where they dreamt of.