Deep down in the dungeons of your residence laid your most beloved treasures. Jewels and other times you had collected over the years. At the end of the long hallway stood two dark oak doors.

A simple push inside revealed your most prized possession. The purest form of being managed to light up the room even in the darkness. Her wings hung limply as she sat upon the pedestal.

A slight fluttering of her lashes showed that she knew you were there.