On an utterly ordinary day, City Wall Street in Trier's Red Princess District slowly awoke beneath the afternoon sun.
Few pedestrians walked the street, where palatial buildings stood alongside unremarkable apartment blocks. Intis sycamore trees swayed in the breeze. Some roadside cafés and restaurants were already open, while others kept their doors shut and shutters closed, waiting until evening brought the real bustle.
Fors Wall sat quietly beneath a parasol outside a café, wearing a dress woven from an unusual material that reflected multicolored light in the sunshine. She picked up a soufflé topped with far too much cream and sprinkled with crushed nuts between two fingers, then carefully took a bite, narrowing her eyes as though she had not enjoyed dessert in ages.
Only after sipping her coffee to temper the sweetness in her mouth did she spread out her writing paper, pick up a fountain pen, and begin writing briskly.
"Dear teacher, I am delighted to tell you that I have returned safely from my long journey. Because of the special circumstances of this trip, I was unable to contact you for over a year. Please forgive me.
"Though the journey had its share of hardships, I completed it successfully with the help of many friends, and I also achieved my intended goal.
"Yes, I have become an angel."
At this point, Fors smiled faintly and paused her pen.
The "teacher" in this letter was naturally not Bethel, Mr. "Door" of the Abraham Family, but her original sponsor and mysticism teacher, Dorian Abraham. Although his student had long since left him far behind in Sequence, he remained one of the people Fors respected most.
*Of course, this trip wasn't really difficult. If anything, it went remarkably smoothly. If the other angels knew I became an angel less than