I open the windows of my mansion. Angelwood glimmers back at me. The mist curdles the morning; leaving dew drops and spiderweb crystals upon the forests. This is the namesake of my town. The urban myth goes that angels had descended into the town to be's heartlands, hauling humans upon their backs, and when no one needed them anymore, immortalised themselves in stone. They are everywhere: stone angel after stone angel claims residence in the town's square, among the fountains, upon the two-storey high walls. They are visible even from here. I exhale. The town is stirring awake.