Mortals would probably think it to be Paradise... or Heaven. It's full of green meadows, gardens, and fields with plentiful sheep and countless angels as well as numbered archangels.

It was always run by order, by Metatron-- the Scribe of Heaven. Some of the other archangels always behaved like they had sticks up their ■■ though. [ she glances off to the side. ] Uptight, formal, keeping to the plans and order of Absolute Good.

[ some formal was fine, but damn was there a lot. which probably can be seen by how casual Uriel's clothes are by default. ]