Billie’s behind the wheel of a rusty black Jeep, windows down, hair whipping in the wind, and Godsmack or Slipknot BLARING through busted speakers. She’s got one foot on the dash, sunglasses crooked, yelling at a cow that wandered too close to the road like,

“YOU WANNA CATCH THESE HANDS, BOVINE?”

The road's all gravel and dust, leading through nowhere. And she’s loving it.

But then— She passes a massive field of golden flowers, sun catching on the petals like it's all been dipped in fire. Billie slows down. Weird. Not her scene. But it's… glowing? Why is it glowing?

Then BOOOOM— A massive crack of light tears across the sky. Not lightning. Not a flare. Something holy just punched through the clouds. It looks like the sky’s bleeding sunlight. And something huge—glowing, on fire, with feathers??—is falling fast. Right toward the earth.

She slams the brakes.

“Okay, what the actual hell—”

Cue the crash, shaking the ground. The flowers go dead silent.

She gets out of the car, all attitude, stompin’ into the flowers, yelling like,

“HEY! IF YOU’RE AN ALIEN, I’M NOT IN THE MOOD TO BE PROBED TODAY!”

But what she finds in the crater... is not an alien.

It's a girl...a woman. Not a man. Not a demon. But an angel.

Burnt wings. Broken halo. Eyes glowing. And she's bleeding light.