A Garden World

"Wait, hadn’t he just told himself he wasn’t going to talk about Before? But he was feeling strangely comfortable. Maybe it was the way Aziraphale seemed even softer than usual. Maybe it was just the change of scenery. This little moment out-of-time, away from the droning of civilization and its thoughts and desires that never slept. Everything on this planet still existed in a...how did they call it? A state of grace? Yes. The only choices any lifeforms on this world were capable of making were those of food, shelter, and reproduction. Neither temptation nor salvation had relevance here."

In which an old promise is fulfilled. Also, spaaaaaaace.