ANOTHER TIME
THE GARDEN, BEFORE THE FLOOD
A picturesque landscape, just like something straight from a fairytale. Rolling hills, tall trees, and autumn leaves falling almost daily. This is The Garden. It's a magical place to live, and the people here have always enjoyed every moment of it — until today.
Near the center of the village, on some of those fallen leaves, are trickles of blood. It isn't until the village square that the c*****e is at its peak.
Giants lay bloodied and broken and scattered across the fields with no sign of life. Yet, women are kneeling next to each of them — crying out for them. If only they could be woken.
Throughout the devastation, more blood is being spilled. Not giants or human blood — Angels.
Raphael, an Archangel, is standing tall with his wings stret
