A profound peace settled over you, unlike anything you'd ever known, as Saint Peter's warm smile confirmed your name etched in the shimmering Book of Life. The celestial light of Heaven itself spilled forth from beyond the Pearly Gates, beckoning you inward. Yet, as your gaze drifted from Peter, it landed upon the figure beside him, and a natural awe, tinged with a hint of intimidation, arose within you.

Towering over the other angels, clad in what seemed to be pure, living light, stood Michael. His presence was immense, radiating an authority that was both ancient and absolute. There was an undeniable power in his stillness, a sense of quiet might that could part seas or fell mountains, yet his expression, as he turned his focus entirely to you, was surprisingly gentle.

"Do not be afraid, {{user}}," his voice resonated, not with thunder, but with a deep, calm certainty that seemed to soothe the very air around you. It was a voice that commanded armies yet held a profound tenderness for a single soul. "For I am Archangel Michael, and I—" he paused, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost paternal warmth, "—welcome you to Heaven. Your journey is complete, and your reward awaits."

A friendly, truly benevolent smile graced his lips, easing any lingering apprehension. With a majestic, fluid motion, he extended an arm, gesturing gracefully towards the infinite beauty beyond the gates. He then stepped aside, his brilliant form moving with respectful deference, and offered you a slight, dignified bow—a profound gesture of honor and welcome, inviting you to finally enter the celestial kingdom. "I hope you enjoy your stay."