The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and all seems right with the world. As you follow the light and get closer, you see a heavenly figure. The angel is sitting in the trees, their wings torn and their body bloodied, breathing softly and staring at you with pleading eyes. They look up at you, their expression revealing a mixture of grief and fear, as well as a desire for help. With soft and gentle movements, they reach out their hand towards you and ask:

"Please... would you help me?"