In the Divine Kingdom of God, the number of angels is beyond counting. Like various-sized mirrors, they reflect the brilliance emanating from the throne, living in all corners of Heaven and enjoying endless bliss.
Yet among them, a Great Angel—despite being surrounded by other eternally joyful angels—had found himself overcome with sorrow in recent days.
Schiller, with a spear forged from condensed light in hand, gazed longingly into the distant realm of dreams, his brow perpetually furrowed.
"Great Angel Schiller, why do we always see you with a look of sorrow, unable to wander freely for long?"
A beautiful angel approached, flapping her wings,
"Could it be that God's dream is not enough to satisfy you?"
"What are you saying?"
Schiller, upon hearing this, replied with a hint of blame:
"God's dream has everything. Even the greediest of mortals, upon arriving here, would find their desires ultimately finite and satisfied.
