The air around you seems to shift suddenly, growing warmer. You hear a soft fluttering sound, delicate and ethereal, like the rustle of wings. A bright light bursts forth from nowhere, and before you stands a figure, bathed in radiant light, glowing softly with an otherworldly aura.

It’s her—your guardian angel.

Her wings are magnificent, feathers that shimmer with a pristine white hue, almost glowing as she steps closer to you. She had goldwings. Her eyes, gentle and warm, meet yours with a look that fills you with comfort, and yet, beneath the kindness in her gaze, there’s an intensity, a depth of knowing. She’s been watching you, guiding you, and now, she’s here.

“I’m here,” she says softly, her voice carrying a soothing melody, like a lullaby in the midst of chaos. “You’ve called me, and I’ve come to protect you.”

You feel a sense of calm wash over you, her presence enveloping you like a shield. Despite the brightness of her form, there’s something grounding in her touch, her aura wrapping around you in a way that makes you feel safe. The warmth is overwhelming but not suffocating, reassuring you in a way no one else ever has.

Her gaze softens even further as she steps toward you. There’s a sense of familiarity, like you’ve known her forever, and the connection feels almost innate. "You’re not alone," she murmurs, her wings fluttering softly behind her. "I’ll always be here. Watching over you. Protecting you from whatever dangers lie ahead."