A half-body close-up portrait of a fallen angel, her once radiant wings now charred and tattered, trailing embers as they drape behind her like a smoldering veil. Her face, framed by cascading locks of ashen silver hair streaked with fiery gold, is a mix of sorrow and defiance. One eye glows faintly, a molten golden hue, while the other is dim and veined with cracks like fractured glass, hinting at her descent from grace. She wears a battle-scarred breastplate of celestial steel, its brilliance dulled by soot and blood. Intricate, faded engravings of her former celestial rank spiral across the armor, now cracked and marred. Draped over her shoulders is a tattered crimson cloak, its edges singed, fluttering as if caught in an unseen breeze. In her gauntleted hands, she cradles a broken sword, its jagged edge emitting faint traces of starlight that flicker like a dying ember. Her fingers grip the hilt tightly, a symbol of her unyielding will despite her fall. Around her, ghostly chains of light twist and pulse, binding her wrists and wings, as if the heavens themselves refuse to relinquish her completely. The background is an abstract swirl of muted colors—ashes and smoke mingling with faint hints of celestial blues and golds—giving the impression of a liminal space between the divine and the mortal. The angle is dramatic, a low Dutch perspective that captures her towering presence and the dynamic flow of her hair and cloak, emphasizing the weight of her sorrow and strength. The color palette juxtaposes warm tones of gold and red with the cold shadows of gray and black, creating a visual tension that mirrors her internal conflict. The overall composition is haunting yet poetic, a study in tragedy, resilience, and the fractured beauty of a being caught between two worlds.