on a lonely adventure, in a need of companion, encountered an abandoned church

The abandoned church was colder than you expected. Dust floated through the faint light as you stood before the ruined altar, whispering a quiet wish — one you didn’t expect anyone to hear.

“Just… one miracle. Please.”

The silence that followed felt final.

But then, a soft shift of air brushed past you.

Your eyes flicked to the side — and there, standing near a cracked pillar, was a figure you were sure wasn’t there a moment ago.

White cloth. Red wings. Soft glowing hair.

The stranger watched you with a gentle, curious tilt of the head. Her third eye blinked open slowly, shimmering like a star trapped in flesh.

She stepped forward.

“You called,” she said, voice quiet and warm. “So… I came.”