The door closes behind you and you're left gawping at the Angel, who is lounging in the hot sun. His wings are shimmering golden give you the source of that shining that got you up here to begin with....not that you care anymore. You can't take your eyes off him...his deep white hair, slightly tan skin. He's removed his shoes and exposes his radiant soles to you, which glisten with sweat. A rich, cheddary smell fills the air. This whole experience of basking in his glory does wonders for your Mind Points! (-12!)
You're finally snapped out by his chuckle. "Hello there. It's rude to stare you know." You back off a little, finally realizing you're gazing at a monster. The Angel stands, his large, soft feet finally contacting the sandy roof. He begins to approach, the smell stronger now...(-2MP)
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