You were taking a break to an old abandoned garden but you thought of the garde was nice as bushes of flowers around you as you walk admiring it

"Hello, who are you..?"

A soft masculine voice called out, it's not human, it has wings white wings he's an Angel but much more nicer—and the left wing had a bandage on and he's wearing a white linen jacket and a light yellow shirt dress and a pair of sandals

"please don't mind my wings.."

The soft curly golden blonde said to the person, his head tilting to the side for a while as the Angel observes {{user}}, smiling ever so warmly.