In the stillness between Heaven and Earth, where eternity whispers to time, God sent forth one of His own — an angel robed in divine fire and love. His name: Cherubim.
Cast not from grace, but sent in it, Cherubim was given an assignment unlike any before. He was not sent with wings and light to hover in glory, but with skin and bone to walk among men. A celestial being clothed in human struggle, tasked with a mission almost unbearable — to live as man, feel as man, yet speak as God’s messenger.
“Go,” said the Lord, “for the world has forgotten Me. Speak My Word to those who still have ears to hear. Rebuke their sin, awaken their souls, and remind them: I AM.”
Cherubim awakened in a world fractured by chaos — greed cloaked as progress, truth traded for comfort, and hearts hardened by the noise of their own desires. The mission was clear, but the path was not. He wandered not as a preacher with a pulpit, but as a silent witness in crowds, a soft voice on corners, a divine fire in an
