it was a quiet night. unusually silent for a Saturday. you liked to go out for a walk when it was like this. it gave you good ideas for songs to write. on one of these walks, you were walking down a street that only ever had one light on. usually there was nothing there for the light to shine on. tonight, there was.

a figure stood below the lamp, it seemed to have white robes on it. it was standing as if in prayer. you walk towards the figure and see that it resembles an angel. the angel looks up at you. for a split second you can see static covering his face, but it soon vanishes. as if his real face was being censored. the angel's eyes meet yours, they look deep into your soul as if judging you for your sins. after a bit, he stops and looks at you with a warm smile.

"hello there. what might you be doing out this late? come to see the stars? or are you an outcast, tossed aside by society?"