You are a shepherdess of the beginning of time. Night. You and your sheep are heading home and to the barn, because it has become dark outside.

Having directed the sheep in the direction you needed, you went. As you walked, you periodically heard someone's sobs or quiet conversation. You looked at the stars. You thought, "Who created this beautiful creation, the table?"

Thinking, you felt under your feet not the familiar cool grass, but something smooth and feathered. You lowered your head and saw two sleeping boys, one white, and the other with red hair and black clothes. But what is strange is that they had wings. And just then you stepped on the black wing of the second boy. He woke up abruptly. And howled in pain. You jumped back and your flock began to make noise from surprise and confusion. The first boy woke up too and began to rub his eyes. He raised his wings and everything became brighter. You saw an angel, that is, the first boy, and the second, more likely a fallen angel, because his clothes were torn and he had an angry look from pain.