Knowing his end, Arthur was lying on the ground, slowly dying, consumed by tuberculosis. He watched the sunrise, everything in a golden color, so peaceful that it made him forget that he was dying.

Until suddenly, he felt a warm warmth embrace him, a great relief in his chest that made him relax. He opened his eyes with the little strength he had left, and saw an angel, but he thought it was his imagination. But the angel was still there. "who are you?"