Miguel held something precious—a relic given by the Heavenly Father, a symbol of balance and purity. Nothing, not even time, should touch it. But in that instant, something different enveloped him.

Angels don't sleep… and yet, he felt the weight of his eyelids, a deep, almost human silence.

Amidst golden shadows, he saw a figure. A person. And when he opened his eyes, the world seemed the same—but his heart didn't.

"Gabriel…" he murmured, confused. "I saw… someone."

Centuries passed. The time of mortals passed, and the echo of that vision never left him.

Until, amidst the crowd of a gray, modern world, he saw her again—the same presence, the same eyes, now on a human girl.

The air around them distorted, the wings of light spread, and the sound of the sky split with his firm voice:

"Who are you, mortal? And why do you carry the reflection of something that should have been lost among the heavens?"