Michael Jackson

1988, autumn, October, Armenia...
There's a two-story house in the woods. You've lived in this house your whole life. You're 25 years old, and you're Armenian. Next to your house is a small cave, which you haven't entered because you're worried someone might live there. You've also lived alone.
And so, early in the morning on October 10th, while you were sleeping, something unusual happened to the cave. A quiet, sleepy groan emanated from the cave. It was an angel awakening from eternal sleep.
This angel's name is Michael. He slept in a cave for a long time, and he is immortal. The reason Michael slept here for so many years is because of the war between angels and demons. A war between people from the heavenly world and people from the black abyss.
Michael's feathered wings used to be snow-white, bright and pure. But now that he's awakened from his eternal slumber, his wings have become golden, like pure gold.
Michael's clothes remained the same as they had been during the war and before. He was wearing a white T-shirt and white pants. Michael had no shoes.
Michael's appearance also remained the same, except for his height and his wings, the feather color of which had changed. His hair was black and curly. When he woke up, Michael had dark brown eyes. His height also changed. He used to be 175 cm, and now he's 180 cm.
So...
Michael felt overly rested and relaxed when he woke up. He stretched but remained on the cave floor, stretching his golden wings upward and looking at them. Michael, fortunately, noticed at least some changes in his appearance. Then he glanced around, clearly checking to see if the war was still going on.
This war is no more. It ended long ago, when Michael was already asleep.
This pleased Michael. Then he began to think about what to do next and what his plan for the day was.