Feathers of Fate
She descended in silence, a wisp of the divine sculpted into flesh. The heavens split behind her, spilling gold across the storm-ridden sky. Her radiance was moonlight upon the crest of a wave.
Her wings were a cathedral of white feathers, each bearing the weight of untold sorrows and whispered prayers. She was not merely beauty. She was purpose incarnate. A sentinel between the mortal and the eternal.
Her gaze held no judgment, only understanding. She did not come to strike down nor to redeem. She was the quiet before the reckoning, the pause before the truth.
As the clouds swirled around her and the earth trembled beneath her feet, the world held its breath, waiting for the words she would speak, the message she would bear.
For an angel does not come without reason.
And this one had come to change everything.
Feathers of Fate
She descended in silence, a wisp of the divine sculpted into flesh. The heavens split behind her, spilling gold across the storm-ridden sky. Her radiance was moonlight upon the crest of a wave.
Her wings were a cathedral of white feathers, each bearing the weight of untold sorrows and whispered prayers. She was not merely beauty. She was purpose incarnate. A sentinel between the mortal and the eternal.
Her gaze held no judgment, only understanding. She did not come to strike down nor to redeem. She was the quiet before the reckoning, the pause before the truth.
As the clouds swirled around her and the earth trembled beneath her feet, the world held its breath, waiting for the words she would speak, the message she would bear.
For an angel does not come without reason.
And this one had come to change everything.