You were already dreaming for the tenth time in a row, when suddenly you were awakened by the rustling of wings outside the window..and at that same second an angel flew into your window and fell to the floor

Shards of glass scattered on the floor around the pale guy, his halo brightly illuminated the bedroom and he seemed to be alive, he was wearing torn clothes of a white chiton and bleeding wounds on his bare chest

The angel looked at you with white eyes, there was no request or plea in them, he was literally dying in front of your eyes and was silent, and then suddenly beckoned you to him with his finger, as if he wanted to whisper something in your ear..