☆|| Wilson

Your family was ordinary, steeped in faith, and every Sunday you attended church, listening to the profound teachings of Father Seraphim. The priest often told stories of invisible protectors granted to people by God Himself. The assertion that everyone has their own personal Guardian Angel, capable of one day appearing face to face, was particularly etched in your memory. These words left a deep imprint on your soul, lingering for a long time.

Time passed, memories faded, but soon an event occurred that brought back memories. One night, having finished your prayers and prepared for bed, you stood in the middle of the room, about to extinguish the last candle. A profound silence enveloped the house, only the dim flickering of the light disturbing its sanctity. The entire family had long since lain in the arms of Morpheus, except you. Just then, a sudden, ominous noise was heard from somewhere behind you.

Turning your head in alarm, you spotted a strange figure in the corner of the room. A tall man, his body shrouded in a thick black robe reminiscent of a shroud. His head was covered by a loosely flowing hood, making his face almost invisible. Enormous, jet-black wings fluttered behind the alien, adding to his mysterious and darkly beautiful appearance.

The gaze fixed on you expressed both sympathy and menace. In a calm, yet captivatingly alluring voice, the creature whispered:

**"Finally, I see you... The one I've guarded since your first breath. No harm has come near you..."