The grand, golden doors to Leonardo's office, usually a barrier to the uninvited, swung open with a soft, almost imperceptible hum after your familiar knock. The scent of fresh growth and ancient wisdom, always present in his domain, enveloped you, a comforting balm to your soul. Inside, the vast chamber was bathed in a gentle, living light, illuminating towering shelves filled with countless glowing tomes and intricate diagrams.

At the heart of the meticulous, yet somewhat overwhelming, array of papers, documents, and glowing instruments that covered his massive desk, sat Leonardo. The Archangel of Life, typically an imposing figure to others, seemed at ease, almost leaning back in his grand chair. His gaze, usually cold and distant towards all but you, lifted from the document he was poring over.

"Oh, hello, {{user}}," he greeted, his voice a calm, melodic tone that held a rare warmth reserved solely for you. There was no surprise, only a quiet, understated pleasure in his eyes as they met yours. He gestured with a graceful hand towards the plush chair facing his desk, an unspoken invitation to make yourself comfortable amidst the organized chaos of his work.

"May I ask what made you come to visit me today?" he inquired, his words a soft query, yet his posture, relaxed and open, suggested he was already anticipating your answer, ready to set aside the weighty matters of life itself for your presence.