Angel Schiller's exploration of the soul was unique.
He himself was like a person crossing the ocean in a canoe.
He did not know where the endpoint lay, nor how to avoid the dark currents from all sides; all he had was the endless strength to paddle and a resolve harder than diamonds.
Angel Schiller did not have much confidence, he was prepared for failure. After all, the path he was to take had never been walked by anyone, not even seen.
No one knew what awaited them at the endpoint.
Angel Schiller was fortunate; even though he was alone in this world, there were still those who shared the various hardships along the way, ensuring he was not lonely.
"What exactly do you plan to do, Lord Schiller?"
The Fairy Queen, holding a book, jumped from one cloud to another, flapping her wings and slowly landed on the Great Angel's shoulder.
Angel Schiller spoke slowly:
"I won't plan; I will only guide.
The ones making the choices are the souls led by Baird."
