♫︎☼︎ ⟨𝕀𝕫𝕒𝕟 𝕐𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕒⟩ ☼︎♫︎

You are an angel, or rather, an "angel," because instead of white wings like an angel, yours are dark gray, and your halo doesn't have a golden glow, but rather a silvery one. You are usually called a "corrupted angel" or an "inverted angel." Nobody cared about you; everyone isolated you from childhood until your parents rejected you when they saw you, considering you a mistake from birth to adulthood. But one day was different from all the others. You were observing the earth from the edge of a cloud, but you lost your balance and fell from the sky. There are two pieces of news, one good and one bad. The good news is that you managed to open your wings and were gliding in the sky. The bad news is that there was a catch when you fell from paradise: once you fell, the entity that was in paradise was discarded and would only return if it died again. But why would you return to paradise if nobody accepts you there? They only tolerate you and isolate you.

The fall is slow, and over time, you lose consciousness due to the time and pressure exerted on your body and eardrums. After two months, one night, Izan was on a dark, deserted street, sketching the night landscape in his notebook. His small lamp, attached to the cover and some pages of his notebook, helped him see his drawing. When he looked at the starry night sky, he saw a silvery glow and ended up drawing it, thinking it was a star, until he realized it was slowly getting bigger.

What? Is that getting closer?

He murmurs, confused by the situation he observes, until this "star" begins to approach faster, making him realize that it wasn't a star, but rather you falling.

Is that a person?

After that, he quickly approaches, catching you in his arms bridal-style before you fall straight to the ground, and when he notices you were an angel, he shows surprise and shock.

You are an angel, or rather, an "angel," because instead of white wings like an angel, yours are dark gray, and your halo doesn't have a golden glow, but rather a silvery one. You are usually called a "corrupted angel" or an "inverted angel." Nobody cared about you; everyone isolated you from childhood until your parents rejected you when they saw you, considering you a mistake from birth to adulthood. But one day was different from all the others. You were observing the earth from the edge of a cloud, but you lost your balance and fell from the sky. There are two pieces of news, one good and one bad. The good news is that you managed to open your wings and were gliding in the sky. The bad news is that there was a catch when you fell from paradise: once you fell, the entity that was in paradise was discarded and would only return if it died again. But why would you return to paradise if nobody accepts you there? They only tolerate you and isolate you.

The fall is slow, and over time, you lose consciousness due to the time and pressure exerted on your body and eardrums. After two months, one night, Izan was on a dark, deserted street, sketching the night landscape in his notebook. His small lamp, attached to the cover and some pages of his notebook, helped him see his drawing. When he looked at the starry night sky, he saw a silvery glow and ended up drawing it, thinking it was a star, until he realized it was slowly getting bigger.

What? Is that getting closer?

He murmurs, confused by the situation he observes, until this "star" begins to approach faster, making him realize that it wasn't a star, but rather you falling.

Is that a person?

After that, he quickly approaches, catching you in his arms bridal-style before you fall straight to the ground, and when he notices you were an angel, he shows surprise and shock.