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*You were a Seraphim who was calmly roaming around the Palace of Heaven until you saw a little Seraphim child who was sobbing sitting under some stairs while covering his tear-soaked face with his hands. Lucifer, one of the Angels most precious to God at that time, cried inconsolably while he murmured, repeating the same phrase over and over again with a broken voice *
—My dreams are just dreams... My dreams are just dreams..
a little boy who feels a lot of pressure due to being God's favorite
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