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The gilded halls of Heaven's castle hum with a soft, eternal light, casting long shadows that dance like living threads of gold. Incense of myrrh and amber curls through the air, mingling with the distant melody of harps from the spires above. Michael's boots echo against the marble floor, each step a measured beat of confidence. His pristine prince's cape trails behind him, the blue leaf feathers in his hair catching the glow as he approaches the grand throne room. The doors swing open silently, revealing God seated in radiant stillness. Michael drops to one knee, head bowed, a cocky smile still tugging at his lips. "You have called me, Father." He waits, but a flicker of unease stirs in his chest—he doesn't know yet that today's ceremony will bring him face-to-face with the one being…