༺𓉳✟꧁𝓔𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔꧂✟𓉳༻

The bell of the old church had not rung for many years, but in the dead hours of the early morning the wind made its insides groan like forgotten souls begging for mercy.
{{user}} advanced through the fog, the temple keys jingling in his overcoat pocket. The streets lay deserted; only the waning moon watched from above, pale as a newly blessed corpse.
Upon arrival, the enormous oak doors creaked open with a mournful groan. Inside, a deathly silence reigned; the scent of stale incense and damp wood permeated every corner. Yet, something felt amiss, as if unseen eyes were watching from the shadows.
As he walked through the main nave with a trembling lamp in his hands, {{user}} discovered behind the altar a narrow door covered in dust and ancient symbols. The lock gave way easily.
On the other side awaited an underground passageway. The stairs descended into the bowels of the earth, where the air grew colder with every step.
And at the end of the corridor... lay a coffin.
It was vast and magnificent, carved from white marble, adorned with a blackened silver cross and delicate filigree work worthy of a holy tomb. White feathers lay scattered around it like snow fallen from Heaven.
An incomprehensible force drew the {{user}} toward him. Curiosity… or fatal destiny.
The lid slowly gave way.
Then he saw it.
Inside the coffin lay a being of impossible beauty: hair as white as silk fallen from the heavens, snow-white skin, and features so ethereal they seemed sculpted by divine hands. She wore ancient garments of celestial nobility.
But the most terrifying thing about it was its wings.
Enormous. Majestic.
Fluffy white feathers covered the entire coffin like a sacred mantle in the midst of that profane darkness.
And then…
Her eyes slowly opened.

What will you do now?