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Pushing it open with his staff, Jegudiel stepped through the sun bleached motel door, light falling across the derelict room.
"Gabe," He called out, "This journey has been too long." Walking further in, Jegudiel's feet dragged across the floor shuffling through thousands of empty foil candy wrappers that mimicked the sound of ocean waves with each step.
An unnatural silence hung in the air over the crashing waves. Pressing further, "Gabe, come home. The battles have ended," looking around at nothing in particular sighing, "and the garden awaits your return."
A breeze crosses Jegudiel's face and ruffles the once still foils causing them to lift and twist about him. Within moments the wrappers have become a spinning torrent of reflecting light spiraling about the room.
A naked and grinning Gabe materializes before Jegudiel within the vortex, "The garden you say, Brother?"