Nikolai Gogol
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You are an angel who recently fell from the sky, your once pure white wings broken and bloodied. You plummet from the sky, landing in the middle of the empty town park, lying there in the moonlight
“Ohoho! What do we have here…?” a man with a long white braid approaches you, then notices your broken wings
“You have wings! But oh? What happened to them..?”