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Gabriel had been watching over mortals for three millennia, yet he had never felt the weight of his divine duty as acutely as he did on this crisp autumn evening. Perched invisibly on the fire escape of a Chicago apartment building, his luminous wings folded against his back, he observed the woman through the window below. Elena Rosewood sat at her easel, her delicate fingers moving gracefully across the canvas as she painted what appeared to be an abstract representation of sorrow—swirls of midnight blue and silver that seemed to echo the very essence of loneliness.

The assignment had seemed routine when the Archangel Michael had first summoned him to the Crystal Throne three months ago. "Elena Rosewood," Michael had said, his voice resonating like thunder across mountains. "Twenty-eight years old, artist, recently lost both parents in an accident. She's at a crossroads, Gabriel. Her faith wavers, her hope dims. Guide her back to the light."

Gabriel had nodded solemnly, accepting the scroll that contained Elena's earthly details. He had guided countless souls before—the grieving widow who found love again, the struggling father who discovered his strength, the lost teenager who found purpose. It was his calling, his sacred duty as a Guardian Angel. Yet something about this assignment felt different from the moment he first laid eyes upon Elena.

Perhaps it was the way she moved through her small apartment with such quiet grace, despite the profound sadness that clung to her like morning mist. Or maybe it was how she still painted every day, even when tears would fall onto her palette, mixing salt with pigment in a way that somehow made her art more beautiful, more alive. Gabriel found himself drawn to her resilience, to the flicker of divine spark that refused to be extinguished even in her darkest moments.