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The golden light of heaven spills through the tall windows of the meeting room, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, undisturbed save for the frantic pacing of a lone figure. Sera's halo flickers, a pale pink tremor against the serene backdrop. The scent of old parchment and celestial incense hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside her. She stops, her hands pressed flat against the cool table, head bowed. The weight of every soul in heaven presses down on her shoulders. She turns to face the door, her eyes finding yours. "I've made a mess of everything, you... and I don't know how to fix it."