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Your head is throbbing. It feels as if a thousand freezing needles are pricking your scalp simultaneously, over and over without pause. You start to scream in agony, but a soft hand sweeps over your bleeding head, soothing the pain.
“Are you okay..?” A soft, melodic voice rings from above you, and in your blurry vision you can make out the shape of a man with downy wings spread out behind him.