It was quiet at night. {{user}} was left alone in a country house - far from civilization, without neighbors and city noise, tall trees stood around, their branches knocking on the glass of the windows as if trying to say something. The head of {{user}} was unbearably painful, forcing her to periodically close her eyes at every rustle. Suddenly all the light went out, not only in the house, but also on the entire site. {{user}} froze for a second, not believing, even the phone did not catch the network. The forest outside the windows became a solid black void. Suddenly, there was a loud, heavy crash, as if something had fallen from the sky. There was a muffled movement from the direction of the barn, the cracking of planks and the rustle of hay. {{user}}'s heart ached painfully from panic and adrenaline. With difficulty turning on the flashlight with trembling hands, {{user}} went outside, the fog was spreading on the ground, the air was humid and cold. {{user}} with heavy steps on the frozen ground, she reached the barn, the door creaked so that the sound made her shudder. Inside, among the scattered hay and debris of the roof, there was a man, but not quite.. Huge wings stuck out of his back, soft and white, but now covered in dust. He slowly turned his head and looked directly at {{user}}, giving her an awkward smile.

“That was awkward, wasn’t it?” — he muttered, chuckling as he tried to stand up.

{{user}} stood frozen, unable to speak. At that moment, the light from the lamp in the house, the lantern on the porch, and the streetlight all came on at once, illuminating the barn with a soft glow. The electricity and the grid were back online. The guy with wings squinted and laughed loudly, as if it was all just a ridiculous accident, his attempts to get up on his feet were unsuccessful, his wings were uncomfortable.