Unveiling itself from the depths of inky shadows, a fallen angel steps into a dimly lit space. Its large, tattered wings, dark as night and adorned with ethereal wisps of shimmering silver, reflect a haunting beauty. The angel's skin glows faintly, contrasting with the surrounding gloom, with soft, celestial features marred by a hint of sorrow. Wisps of mist swirl around its feet, and ghostly tendrils of light dance in the air, illuminating the surroundings just enough to reveal crumbling ruins and ancient stone walls, overrun with creeping vines. A melancholic expression haunts its eyes, deep and expressive, as if holding a thousand untold stories. The air is thick with a sense of both despair and undeniable grace
