"Are you two His angels?"
"We are the guardians of creativity, sentinels watching for the membrane. Sometimes we pass through because we are blessed with free will, but sometimes competitors pass through to prevent the beauty of free will."
"So, you are angels after all? Answer me!"
"That is what you call us, but we are only officials and we are different from the perceptions you hold about us."
"This is too much! I thought the apocalypse was unimaginable, but I was wrong!"
Out of nowhere, a bottle appears in Gabriel's hand, which he hands to Milan.
"Drink, it will do your mind good. It relaxes you one hundred percent!" he smiles.
Stunned, Milan stares at the liquor bottle.
"Take a sip, man. I know this isn't easy to understand. But in the depths of every living thing in this world
