Dead angels never sleep. They don't even have eyelids, names or hearts. They... are perfect and pure, like the petals of a snow-white lily. But perfection is deceptive. Traveling between worlds in an endless search for Knowledge, one such nameless wanderer ends up on Earth. Seeing no difference between holiness and vice, transgressing spiritual and worldly canons with the casual ease of a child, he desperately tries to unravel the mystery of the human soul. Read an intricate cryptogram in which bliss and pain merge in a single ecstatic dance. However, he doesn’t have much time to search for the Answer, because cut flowers, no matter how beautiful they are, inevitably fade. Having learned the innermost mystery of human nature - immortality stretching to limitlessness, he hopes to find a shining path into the Consciousness of God himself in order to expose His Plan, comprehend his own destiny and find Eternity.