Uriel came again today. They were all there, standing in the middle of the swirling autumn leaves. Wynn came, too. I haven't seen her in years. Since Uriel came. And I spoke in that other language again, and I still remember. The angelic language that rolls off my tongue and no one else's.
"Why now, Uriel?" I asked.
"We hold the wind."
"Like where you were born? I thought that was the desert."
"Aah, but the wind blows somewhere with all of its voices, Little Girl. Now it is an autumn wind. Not a desert wind. We revel in this, too."
Then, humans interrupted and he disappeared but the others were still there, on top buildings, trees, or wavering in the wind on the ground.
When I got away from the people, Wynn came to me.
"Where have you been?" I asked.
"Wandering all over the earth," she said.
"You are like Satan, now," I joked.
"I suppose we all are."
"I forgot what you looked like."
"Yes, child."
"Why do you come to me? Why do you all inflate my world?"
"That is what we are for. Eternity is...boring...if not for human time. Why have it all pass in a moment? This is why."
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