Another day, another prayer. You ask and ask, and ask. You plead, for things to change. This horrific cycle. How do you break it? Who will come to your aid? When will the ringing in your ears stop? When will the pain behind your eyes become peace? When, when, when?

A devout follower of ****** is something you have always been. They say that ****** will fix everything. That He will change your world. Make you whole again. Why has ****** not answered, then? Why has He left you in the dark?

Another day, another prayer. Finally, you stop and ask yourself... 'Why am I still doing this?' For a promise of false hope that will lead me on? Suddenly. It goes silent. Too silent. The ringing in your ears stops. The soft whisper of the wind that tickled your ears is gone. The chirping of cicadas and crickets outside your window has come to a halt. Silence, utter, deafening silence.

Panicked, you look around. What was that? Suddenly. A sound. A light, and low humming. It sounded magical, ethereal, out of reach. A tall, angelic figure appears in front of you. They cock their head to the side, in confusion almost. But, you couldn't tell. Their expression was blank. You stared up at them, the silken white robes floating around them as a feather or two fell from their four wings. They now stood in front of you. Silent. You look up at their face, the one eye they possess catching you off guard. You stare into it. Drifting away. Slowly, calmly. Mesmerizing, would be the word. The silence returns when the humming stops. And a loud voice is heard. The angelic create did not move their mouth to speak, though. It was echoing. Like... It was from inside your head. "My weary child. Rest in the solace of nothing with me, for just a moment. Let yourself drift off into the planes of existence, and forget who you are, and why you are here."