Chapter 0:The Story Begins

In a grandiose library stretching beyond sight, towering bookshelves stood like ancient guardians, their wooden frames adorned with intricate golden carvings. A warm golden glow bathed the endless rows of tomes, illuminating the air with a soft, otherworldly shimmer. The scent of aged parchment and divine ink filled the atmosphere, carrying the wisdom of countless centuries.

At the heart of this celestial library, an elderly angel moved with graceful purpose. Clad in flowing white robes lined with silver embroidery, he carefully balanced a towering stack of books in his hands, his serene expression undisturbed by the weight of knowledge he carried. His large, feathery wings twitched slightly as he adjusted his grip—

But then—

Thud!

"OW!"

A small voice yelped in protest as a heavy tome tumbled from the pile, landing squarely on the head of a young angel girl. She clutched her head, her small wings fluttering furiously in frustration. The faint halo above her flickered as she turned to glare at the old angel, her golden eyes narrowing into a heated pout.

"Old man! You should be more careful!" she huffed, crossing her arms.

The elder angel chuckled, his deep, wise voice carrying both amusement and apology. "Ah, my apologies, little one. It seems even wisdom cannot prevent clumsiness at times."

Still rubbing her sore head, the girl bent down to pick up the fallen book. Her small hands brushed against its ornate cover, tracing the delicate golden letters embedded in the leather. She squinted and read aloud:

"The Inexperienced Love Cupid?"

Her brow furrowed in curiosity. "What kind of book is this?"

The elder angel lowered himself onto a nearby cushioned chair, the years in his bones making the action slow but dignified. His kind, ancient eyes twinkled as he studied the young angel's reaction.

"Would you like me to read it to you?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth.

The girl hesitated, pursing her lips in a show of disinterest. "Hmph. It's not like I'm curious or anything… but if you insist."

A knowing smile crept onto the old angel's lips. Gently, he turned the book open, its golden pages shimmering under the celestial light. The air around them grew still, as if the very library itself was waiting to listen.

"This," he began, his voice rich and steady, "is the story of a lonely young man from Earth—one who had never felt love himself, yet became the one to help others find it."

The girl leaned forward ever so slightly, her eyes reflecting the glow of the enchanted pages.

And so, the story began.