Michael's Arrival to the Quantum World
When Michael took his first step into that desolate world, the spirits recoiled in fear, as if they sensed the danger of this celestial being—known as the Divine Lieutenant General.
Michael began walking slowly through the quantum realm… before him stretched an endless desert. The sand were silver, shifting as if alive, and the sky was black, accompanies with deep blue cracks of light. The air was cold, yet each breath felt like fire burning in his chest.
In every direction stood half-formed spirits, silent, rooted within the void:
Transparent crystalline bodies glowing from within, moving like living melodies.
Black, faceless smoky forms, twisting around themselves like pillars of living dust.
Fiery beings whose bodies shattered into sparks and reformed, flames roaring within their cores.
Icy spirits, cracked from within, their edges melting and freezing again into solid frost.
Embodied voids—dark gaps walking without fixed form, as if their very existence was incomplete.
This desert was no ordinary wasteland… but a sea of breathing souls. Each kind carried its own pulse, its own sound, its own color.
Michael stood among them, watching in silence… as if witnessing a secret never meant for human eyes.
He began to walk.
Each step was heavier than mountains, as though every grain of sand recorded his existence. His wings trembled slightly, scattering sparks of light across the silver ground.
He first passed by the crystalline spirits. Their transparent bodies trembled, reflecting his face thousands of times—a radiant face that spoke of a life filled with righteous deeds.
Then he entered the realm of the smoky spirits. An unbearable cold brushed against him, their дым coiling around his feet, rising toward his chest—as if fleeing a fate they could not escape.
After that, he moved through the fiery spirits. Sparks scattered across his body, the air filled with cracking sounds. These were restless souls, burning with ancient rage, as though they longed to be born… only to take revenge.
He continued until he passed the icy spirits—souls doomed to a fate unknown, trapped between stillness and silence.
Finally, he reached the embodied voids. There was no shape—only fractures in reality moving among the others. As he passed one, Michael felt himself split in two for a brief moment, as if their existence was barely real.
With every step, the silence grew heavier, and the spirits slowly moved aside, forming a path for him… as if acknowledging his arrival.
Michael stood at the heart of the quantum desert and spread his wings, as though trying to embrace eternity itself. He looked around and saw the spirits stretching endlessly across the horizon.
Each one was bent over a transparent book glowing from within, as if the words were not written in ink… but carved from the light of destiny.
The fiery spirits turned their pages like burning scriptures. With each page, flames grew stronger—as if they already knew their path would be one of war and fire.
Michael slowly turned his head, searching…
Searching for the boy with orange hair.
The one destined to ignite the second dawn of humanity.
The one created to embody the prophecies of all nations…
And to become the sign that would change the fate of the world.