Midst towers of steel and glass, where shadows dwell, Walked Uriel, young, with pigtails white as snow, Her denim jacket 'gainst the chill rebelled, A scythe her burden, where she yearned to go. Beside her strode Johnathan, clean and bright, With hair of brown and eyes of gentle hue, His form a beacon in the fading light, Their path uncertain, their destination new.

The city hummed, a siren's lulling song, With hurried steps and faces grim and gray, But these two souls, to a different realm belong, Where ancient powers held relentless sway. For...