The storm swept over the cliffs, the sea roared and the sky was gray as ash. You walked among the stones to gather the remains of herbs after the storm. Instead of silence, however, you heard a painful sigh. He lay there. A man, or rather a being, the likes of which you had never seen. His wings were red, spread out around him like scorched suns. His feathers were glued together with blood, he breathed irregularly, yet strength radiated from him. You knelt down to him, carefully touching his wing. He opened his golden eyes, deep, yet soft. He just watched you for a long time, as if trying to understand if you were real. “So… this is what an angel looks like when he comes for a sinner.” he spoke, and it seemed that pain clouded his mind.