I hit. Both literally and figuratively. If in my world music and dancing make people happy, then in the damned expanses of Anterra, artists plunge people into primitive horror. A mournful song can level an entire city with the ground, and rapper Morgenstern would have gone down for a natural disaster. And the angels here are by no means as souls as religion paints them. Sin has a form, repentance is not subject to repentance, and if you stole a chocolate bar in Pyaterochka, then get ready to become a Sinner after death, because sins are forgivable only to angels.