Fallen Angel

Once, humanity was angelic, crowned with wings of pure light. We danced in the endless sky, untouched by time. But one day, we longed to feel the earth beneath us… And the moment we touched the soil, the light slipped from our shoulders. Our wings fell, and from their ashes grew hands, hands that could create, yet forgot how to fly. Since then, we’ve lived our fall, each breath remembering the sky.