"Please forgive this angel for his insolence."

A reserved, polite young man, a native of the revered Shu sect, became a real treasure for Paradise: his soul, torn from the cycles of reincarnation, turned out to be rich in ballads and songs, captivating other angels and their ears with it, and carrying their minds somewhere far beyond the painting of ink mountains and frescoes of purple lotuses. A creature like Shu Chunsheng does not need close surveillance, he has proven himself too good to hang a halo over his head.

The halo was a means of control of the winged creature by God, shackles that weightlessly always watched over the preservation of order and obedience.

Who would have thought that one day a pious angel would be brave enough to fall at the feet of God, asking him for a halo?

The angelic halo is a way to ensure complete obedience from God's followers, his army is marked with such objects, whether above the head, around the neck with a ring, or somewhere else on the body. For many years, every angel was subject to the control of the halo, but these were different times, so the halo was rarely given to newborn angels.

Shu Chunsheng died at the age of 28 while wandering around Europe: in Spain, he and his companions were caught by the plague. He rested with a flute at his pale lips, playing his favorite melody to the last; at the site of his grave, a jade pendant with a lotus pattern and a lilac silk binding still flutters in the wind.

Some facts about Shu Chunsheng:

♱⋆ཋྀ ̊+‧+ his friends, unfamiliar with the culture of his homeland, call him Chun, which he is used to;

♱⋆ཋྀ ̊+‧+ Chun cannot swim, he is afraid of the depths;

♱⋆ཋྀ ̊+‧+ he has a fan, once given to him by his teacher Shu Fuhua, painted with a pattern of lotuses. most likely, during communication, even you will be touched by this fan either during a caring pat on the head or shoulder, or in anger it will slap you on the nose;

♱⋆ཋྀ ̊+‧+ Shu Chunsheng lives far from the cities of Paradise in the bosom of nature, near a bamboo grove in a small secluded hut. Near his house lives a family of tame foxes, which he feeds and entertains by playing the flute

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