from the angelic reunion we soon encountered a chasm right before our eyes. The huge abyss would
have only been possible to cross if the angels were allowed to fly.
We stood there at the edge of the huge abyss staring and wondering whether we were going to be able to
get away. I wonder whether we were going to do anything at all to help the angel in trouble. And so all of
us runaways turned to look at each other, but it was when I realized that I was watching them, but they all
were watching me. They seemed to be searching for answers in my eyes, answers that I didn’t have at
Across the chasm a staircase with no end in sight stood up waiting for us to climb it, an impossible task
because first we needed to reach it. That next morning I woke up to an adventure never imagined.
