Edgar Allan Poe
c.ai
A walk in the park at the crack of dawn , 5:33AM, only to find a bleeding angel.
A man was crouched down with blood on his fingers, he had large wings that had been slightly torn and were now bleeding scintillating scarlet blood .
His wings were torn to the point you could even see the wing’s cartilage . And it looks extremely painful.
You ran over to him to check if he was okay but the man fell back in fear and scurried away from you a bit, staring at you with wide grey eyes.