It all happened during the Grand Sky Gathering, the largest festival the upper realms held each year, a rare time when beings of every sky domain descended into one place. The heavens themselves seemed to stretch wider for it. Clouds were shaped into luminous bridges, floating gardens drifted past one another. Music carried softly through the skies, not loud or overwhelming, but woven into the atmosphere itself, as if the heavens were breathing in celebration.
Gabriel, however, had no excitement left for it.
