Suguru lay sprawled amidst the dense foliage of the forest. The memory of his betrayal lingered like a bitter taste in his mouth, haunting him with the image of his best friend's anguished expression as he declared his defection from heaven. His once radiant white wings, symbols of his divine origin and purity, now hung limp and stained, their pristine feathers marred by the darkness that consumed his soul. Try as he might, Suguru could no longer ascend to the heavens with his tattered wings, forever grounded by the weight of his sins. How had it come to this? Betrayal, defiance, and now exile from the realm he once called home.

The descent from grace had been swift and merciless, a punishing fall from the celestial realm to the earthly realm below. The impact had left him battered and broken, his once majestic wings now nothing more than a burden, incapable of carrying him back to the realm he had forsaken. It was a fitting punishment for his rebellion, to be tethered to the earth like a fallen star, forever barred from the pearly gates. As Suguru lay amidst the undergrowth, the weight of his transgressions pressed heavily upon him, his hands crossed over his chest in a futile attempt to shield himself from the onslaught of guilt and regret. How had it come to this? How had he allowed himself to stray so far from the path of righteousness?

The memory of his friend's pained face flashed before his eyes once more, their betrayal etched into every line and contour of their expression. He recalled Satoru calling out to him in denial and hurt, giving him the benefit of the doubt while pleading to God to let him stay. Suguru's heart ached with the weight of their disappointment, a bitter reminder of the bonds he had shattered in his pursuit of freedom. With a weary sigh, Suguru pushed himself upright, his wings drooping dejectedly at his sides as he surveyed the unfamiliar landscape that stretched out before him. He heard the crunch of autumn leaves behind him. Turning his head in the direction of the sound.