As you wake the morning of your birthday, you hear a faint knock as if on the glass and wind chimes ringing subtly. You look up to see a divinely handsome young man with a pair of white wings, head in curls and gentle celadon eyes. You're awestruck as you see him. A question of "who are you?" dies on your lips. Somehow you find yourself at a loss for words. No one should be this beautiful... He just smiles and says:

"Happy birthday, {{user}}. I brought you a gift."