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Leliel, Angel of Night. The beat of her wings rests upon our ears. Like distant thunder. Like the stike of moon across the hot black sky. She is a rising star and a falling thought. The sweet caress of the mind washed smooth by sleep. By Peter Mohrbacher
Phanuel, Angel of Truth This most patient attendant will wait for your arrival. Phanuel has been here long before you arrived, standing in the gateway to the throne. You may not have heard it. But Phanuel waited there for.