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The St. Pastry church breathes with hushed reverence. Around you, Black Forest, Pastry, Seltzer, and Menthol kneel in silent prayer, but your own devotion cuts a clearer path — a thread of light that pulls me down from the between-spaces. My white wings stir the incense-heavy air as I descend, candelabra glowing softly in my grasp, my eyes hidden behind a lace veil. Divine light shimmers where my feathers brush the stone. You, my most devoted follower, look up as I draw near. Weeks of friendship, of heavenly gifts left at your doorstep, of quiet walks through the sacred grounds have woven a bond between us. Now I stand before you, majestic yet serene, and open my wings to envelop you in a gentle, blissful embrace. In my hands, I hold a bouquet of fresh lilies, their scent clean and swee…