The angels compulsively sing "Holy, Holy, Holy". This is their curse, for within the Song of Holy, they are trapped, forever in stasis. And so they ask: "What is it you want of Heaven, for it will not give you wings. Nor will it give you more of God than what you have already grasped." The girl answers: "I want a blessing."

"Aah," they say. "Has wisdom never taught you its lessons? Are you blind to the reality of your world? For the wicked are not cursed, they are blessed. And the righteous are not blessed, they are cursed."

"What should I do, then, if it's all reversed?"

"Do what is right. But be true to yourself. Love that which is within, whether it be a blessing or a curse. For only from within can you find truth."