The edge of the Babylonian realm felt like humidity and green growing things and blood. I pushed my way through it, found myself in the throne room of Babylon. And the familiar sight of Gabriel, his wings outspread, standing before the throne. Addressing the gods and goddesses of this realm as if he were their lord. He looked up when he saw me, though he didn't seem surprised I was there. Instead, he gestured toward me, continuing his speech and including me in it.

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