Michael stands before his Father, in the Great Central Sun. All of his brothers behind him. Father, he says, I am here.
-My Son. How are you?
-Well… you know…
They laughed together with hearts. Michael sighed and looked away. There is a longing in Michael’s heart that can not be filled. It is the cost of the Mission he accepted. This longing feels comfortable after a while. There is a life built there. It is what makes him who he is. He is the Son, created in the name of the Father by The Mother. He is also the light in the darkness. Alone and surrounded. But that is his strength. He is the bridge between Heaven and everything here and now
-Son. You did well. You walked your path with Strength, Honour and Courage. That is who you are.
-Thank you, Father.
-Now. Go back.