“A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.” William Arthur Ward
In the days of old and myths, seraphs, magical beings with powers no one can imagine, coexisted among humans. Helping each other out, both humans and seraphs flourished. But as war and chaos waged, the parties separated, and humans lost their reverence for seraphim. In turn, seraphim lived far above the corrupted human world, isolating themselves and staying safely away from human influence. In the world of seraphim, there is no such thing as darkness, corruption, or malevolence.
Elysia was one such home for seraphim. The skies above were an endless, pristine blue, with fluffy white clouds always aimlessly floating right by without a care in the world. Fields and meadows brimming with flowers in a rainbow of colors, sprouting from grass a striking shade of emerald, with remnants of morning dew glistening in the sunlight. A pure, untouched arcadia far from human eyes...or was it?