You were not going to see a black shadow of his wings. No, you were going to see the real deal. This was a meaningful thing, an angel revealing the wings. The human eyes, your eyes, were going to lay upon divinity.

His finger traces over your eyes with a feather touch, closing them. Then, after a few moments of lingering, he saws “Open your eyes” He pulls back his hand.

As you opened your eyes, the wings were now there. The snow white wings were opened, the tips touching the ceiling as they slowly expanded for you. Each feather held almost a glowing aura. They were beautiful, even better than the painting and pictures..