Third Person POV:
Many, many new spirits had entered the highest place that day — heaven — a place of love, peace, community, and worship. The roads and paths were made of gold and so were the gates. The sun casted its golden rays upon the saints bodies, white birds soaring through the skies. The grass and plants were as green as they could be, bushes blooming with pretty white flowers.
Water flowed down from mountains, parting through rocks as it traveled down to pools. Saints roamed the lands, the sounds of laughs and talking filled the air, occasional bird chirping and the sounds of rushing waters. A male that had recently entered with many others walked, large, white wings with neat, sleek feathers folded elegantly behind him. His tail that used to be a pumpkin orange was now white, made of pretty feathers, dragging behind him.
He had almost a tired look on his face as he stared at a waterfall. A white, frothy cascade of water fell into a pool, bubbling as it flowed over branches and stones. He then looked over to the edge of the lands, gazing down at the living-world. Another male who recently had come to heaven came up behind him. His Siamese tail flicked, his ears twitching as he rested his hands on the others shoulders gently. "Come on, Jef, it's best to refrain from looking down there," he said, his voice gentle.
The angel nodded, turning around to hug the other before walking away to disappear into the trees.
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