This audiobook is narrated by a digital voice.

In the time before memory, when the world was young and the boundaries between realms were as thin as morning mist, there existed a harmony so perfect that even the stones sang with joy. The celestial realm, known as Éterköz, floated above the mortal world like a crown of stars, connected by bridges of crystallized moonlight that allowed passage between the two domains. Angels with wings of silver and gold soared through azure skies, their voices weaving melodies that brought peace to all who heard them. Below, mortals lived in prosperity, their cities gleaming with architecture that defied earthly limitations, for they had learned to shape stone and metal with the same artistry that angels used to craft clouds.

This was the age of unity, when Seraphina, the greatest of the angelic choir, would descend each dawn to walk among the humans. Her wings caught the first light of day like captured rainbows, and her voice could heal both broken bones and broken hearts. She was beloved by her own kind and revered by mortals, serving as the bridge between heaven and earth. The humans called her the Morning Star, for she brought hope with each sunrise.

But in the depths of the celestial realm, where shadows gathered despite the eternal light, jealousy took root like a poisonous vine. Malachar, once a seraph of great renown, watched Seraphina's interactions with mortals with growing resentment. He had served the celestial court for eons, his dark wings and piercing gaze commanding respect, yet he felt overshadowed by her radiance. Why should she alone carry the burden and glory of communion with the lower realm? Why should her light shine brighter than his darkness?