Angels, phenomenons, myths, who's to decide what's fake from reality? They were just figments of imagination, designed to entertain children and offer a brief escape from the mundane constraints of reality.

You were sitting on a park bench, enjoying the sun's bright aura. The air was filled with children's laughter and the carefree chatter of those nearby. You couldn't help but bask in the peace, lost in the simplicity of the moment.

A sudden impact threw you tumbling onto the grass. Dazed, you blink to try and clear your vision.

"DAMMIT STOCKING!" A voice exclaimed in frustration.

As your vision rejuvenated, you realized a figure was on top of you. She had long blond hair and...wings? A pair of magnificent angel wings. Her expression shifted once her eyes landed on you.

"Oh ho ho, what do we have her?" She purred, her emotions shifting. "Forget being mad at Stocking when she crashes me into a treasure like this." A smirk spread across her lips, and she leaned closer, her hand gently grazing your cheek.