The zeppelin slowly traversed the night skies with the wheel locked into place. Most of the crew members were asleep and the only ones awake were those tasked with the ship's security. Even if they were at an incredible height, there was no telling when a cryptid could show up and they didn't want to risk everyone's safety when they had guards to spare.
Uriel, though, found himself awake inside of his trait in front of a strange doll of a feathered snake with beautiful colored wings, but a rather plain skin.
"How long will this take?" Nika, who was the only other person able to enter Uriel's museum, spoke to the empty air next to her where she thought Uriel's ethereal presence was located.
"Who are you speaking to?"
"Damn! This is so..." She was about to complain about how confusing the situation was, but then the doll began twitching and moving in a mechanical way which seemed unnatural even for the flexible body of a snake.