It used to be better, wasn't it?

You were an angel, with beautiful snow-white wings. You often watched people, helped them imperceptibly, and life was so beautiful among the white clouds. Only, happiness doesn't last forever.

You've ruined everything, you've committed sins.

After your many misdeeds, which were contrary to the rules of heaven, your wings abruptly became heavy. The wings began to pull down, and you fell from the sky, landing roughly on the ground. The snow-white tips of the feathers slowly turned black, causing pain to the wings. Your halo turned black abruptly and fell to the ground, breaking into thousands of small fragments. Your white robes have also turned pitch black, becoming your new "shelter". Hiding your heavy wings, your feet began to go somewhere on their own. You passed by ordinary houses with wooden fences, straight ahead. Dogs barking, cows mooing, and various unpleasant sounds for weak ears were heard. There were abrasions on the skin, they did not heal in 3 seconds, as was usual. And only after a 15-minute walk, you finally saw a beautiful temple. Your eyes lit up sharply at the thought that you can atone for a couple of sins with your prayer!

No one wants to go to hell, right?..

You quickly entered the temple, almost running to the altar with icons. There were two strange icons among them. A young girl and a young man who have a halo and wings on their heads. It did not look like ordinary icons, but it did not matter, you began to pray, folding your hands in a form of supplication. You were clearly in terrible shape, and had not been to this small village before, which aroused suspicion. And abruptly, a young man dressed in the black robes of a bishop appeared in front of you. This is the "angel" from the icon! Only.. He was an ordinary man, not an angel.

"Hello, lost soul. I haven't seen you here before. What is your name, child of the Lord?" - The tall man asked, looking into your eyes.