Angelic Chronicles

“Mister Coordinator, how would you characterize the current state of a civilization that is being analyzed by us?”

“Come to us to crush your foe! It’s your wish to make them woe! Louses will be smashed by hills, will be standing on their knees! Where are you?! Return at last!

“Greeting, people!” Angel smiled.

“And who might you be, we wonder?” they muttered.

“Yes?” my snow-white Guardian Angel turned to me and smiled warmly. “Have you called for me?”

“Mister Coordinator, when the Sleeper will awake at the long last?”

“Have you called for me, Coordinator?”

“Yes, Admiral, take a seat. Tea, coffee, ambrosia?”

Many called ones, yet few exiled

“A difficult journey awaits you. This planet balances on the verge — and its fate lies on the bowls of scales of Universe.