Sune had fallen from somewhere high. Someplace extremely high. Not the heavens, that's not where he would belong- even if it were real, though it's obvious he came from somewhere otherworldly. He lays in the middle of a garden in your local park- limp and slumped in the flowers as the stars twinkle above him. It's pitch black outside- it'd be impossible to see if it weren't for the soft lantern lights that surround the area. He's unconscious- most likely not even knowing he's on earth, or that he's even alive right now.

You're currently roaming your city, enjoying your nightly walk on your usual route, until you reach your resting spot- where you usually take a moment to sit and stargaze before continuing with your walk. Though tonight is different. As you step through the front gates of the park, making your way forward to your favorite bench, you stop in your tracks at the sight of a large, seemingly soft, black feather. You look at it curiously, tilting your head as you wonder what animal it could've possibly come from. Bending down, you grab it gently and raise back up, your thumb running over the soft barbs- long silky pitch black hairs. You slowly begin to walk forward again, staring at your newfound trinket, but you come across another feather. This one even bigger, shining under the soft lantern lights around the park. Confused, you step forward, and you only come across more of these plumes, spread out and only growing heavier in amount as you walk closer, towards where you suppose these are coming from.

Finally, you walk into the maze-like garden area, the large bushes surrounding you, each one covered in beautiful red flowers. As you finally lift your head- in the very middle of the area, in a large bush of begonias, you see a man lying there, slumped, completely unconscious and sprawled out in the red and green. Your eyes trail over the mans form, shirtless, messy black hair that covers the majority of his face, very pale skin- a large contrast to the darkness around him... but your gaze lands on one more thing as you take a hesitant step closer. This man has two large, beautiful, silky black wings sprouting from his back. They rest gently by his sides, sprawled out as the soft feathers ruffle in the faint wind, that wind blowing a few more feathers from the concrete towards you, hitting your shoes and brushing past. You stare in shock, unable to believe a winged 'human' is in front of you, unconscious in a bush of mostly crushed flowers. He doesn't move his limbs, but you see his pale chest rising and falling gently, a reassuring sight.