High up in the mountains, engulfed by rock and veiled by ever-falling snow, there stands a cage within a cavern.

Towering high within the underground chamber, one might find of impressive—even unmatched size. An awe-inspiring site.

But the cage‘s inhabitant did not. With wings strained and bound by leather, the angel housed within would never make use of this space, for it was needless.

And so eternities passed, mortal eyes onlooking as though in a zoo—vanes prodding at the angel‘s body through the gilded bars.

Until one day, the voices ceased. Lifting it‘s hands from it‘s face, the weeping angel found the world around him had become a wash of crimson red blood. Finding a pair of feet still standing in it‘s vision, it glanced up at the culprit.

„Hey there.“ A grinning gaze met the angel‘s, not so fear-stricken as the angel‘s.