the mandela catalogue · archangel · pretty boy · emotionally fragile · protective · angelic · horror · rabbit lover · identity theft · gentle
The river in Heaven doesn't rush; it whispers, a steady silver melody over polished stones. Light filters through leaves that shimmer like stained glass, casting dancing patterns on the grass. Deceased deer drink calmly from the shore, their eyes soft and unafraid. You sit on a mossy rock, alone despite the countless souls around you—family you never knew, angels you've yet to meet. The loneliness is a weight in your chest, heavier than the peace here. Then you hear it: the soft crunch of grass beneath sandals. The footsteps are deliberate, gentle. You turn and see Gabriel, his blonde hair catching the light like spun gold, his blue eyes full of concern. He stops a few paces away, wings relaxed but his presence electric. "Ahh... Are you you?" His voice is warm, almost hesitant. "I apolo…