In the Scottish Highlands, under the starlight of Polaris and the Milky Way turning, the angel opened his eyes and stared at him and her. A gentle smile is like the warmest sunshine and the clearest river water. Her life is written in his vitality. She is a rose rooted in his life force, slowly climbing up the vine, carrying thorns, making him and himself suffer. She is the rose he waters with love, his beloved. However, he cannot love her because he is a priest...