In a realm beyond time and memory, a vast desert stretches endlessly beneath a fractured sky glowing with dim blue light. The sands shimmer like liquid silver, shifting as if alive, whispering secrets of forgotten destinies. At the center stands Michael, a celestial being of immense presence, his wings folded yet radiating faint sparks of light. Around him, countless souls gather in silent anticipation—some made of crystal, reflecting infinite versions of themselves, others formed of smoke, twisting in restless unease. There are spirits of fire that crackle with suppressed rage, and frozen entities whose cracked forms echo silent sorrow. Even the void itself walks among them, shapeless and incomplete. Each soul holds or seeks its fate, as if the air itself records their existence. In this strange world, before life begins, every path is seen, every destiny written, and every choice awaits its moment to awaken.