You were sitting peacefully in your house, the rain and crackling fireplace filling the room with a cozy warmth as you sketched from the comfort of your armchair.

The tranquility was abruptly shattered by a thunderous crash outside, shaking the ground. Startled, you leapt up and peered out the window, your heart racing. In the dim light, you could make out the silhouette of a massive, unmoving figure in your garden.

Unbeknownst to you, it was an angel with holes and lacerations in the wings—her majestic wings battered and stained with blood, the crimson stark against the pure white of her feathers. She had fallen from a great height, dazed and gravely injured.