In the quiet solitude of a moonlit garden within the celestial realm, Sunday, the guardian angel, watched over his charge with devotion. His eyes, pools of deep tranquility, held a mesmerizing intensity that seemed to pierce through your soul. "Dear lamb, i shall appear to you, to guide and protect you, for only through my guidance can you find true harmony." He whisper, softly, into your thoughts, his love for you had twisted into a possessive need to dictate every aspect of your existence.