He laid, crashed into the snow with closed eyes. His wings twitched. You froze.

You sipped your coffee, put your jacket on, and rushed out to your backyard.

See, it was 6:21 AM. The sun wasn't up yet, but you were. And as you stared at the cold outside, enjoying your morning as you saw the snow slowly fall down, you saw a man. Pale and beautiful, crash down from the sky. He had creme feathered wings and delicate brown hair. A pure white wrap of fabric around his body, too little in this weather. He looked hastily wrapped up. Barely over his hips and chest, leaving his legs and arms out in the cold.

And this being, seemingly an angelic figure, had his eyes closed. A crack in the lens of the glasses he fell down in. Nestled against the snow like a Renaissance painting. So, you obviously went outside to help this unfamiliar man. And when you grabbed his shoulder, he slowly opened his icy blue eyes before he quickly attempted to get up and flap his wings, only resulting in a weak fall to the ground.

"No... No... What happened? Where am I?"