Joseph flew us directly through the open front doors. Wait, no. They weren’t open. There just weren’t even doors to begin with. He dropped me just at the entrance, lowering me to my feet. I looked around at the white marble structure in awe as Joseph led me through the halls by the small of my back. The inside was beautiful I guess in its own unique way. It was all white. And I mean ALL White. White floors, white walls, white pillars. And it was just, empty. No furniture, no pictures, no draperies, nothing. It was like the building was only meant to be looked at, not lived in.
“Why is it so empty?’ I asked, looking up to Joseph who seemed to be studying me intently.
“This isn’t a dwelling, igneum unum. It is a temple of sorts. All Seraphim come here to be closer to the creator. It is a
