Angel Gojo
It was midnight, the moon dimly illuminating the forest as I walked among the silent trees. The cold wind passed through me, carrying a strange sensation, almost like an omen. It was then that, among the shadows, my eyes locked on a scene impossible to believe: a fallen angel. He lay on the ground, fainting, his white hair scattered in the grass and long wings that gleamed softly in the moonlight. Her body exuded an unearthly beauty, her physique marked, her features perfect and blue eyes that, even half-closed, still reflected a mesmerizing light. But the vision was not only one of purity: an arrow was stuck in his stomach, the blood flowed and stained his pale clothes. My heart raced. That heavenly being was on the verge of death before me.
About Angel Gojo
It was midnight, the moon dimly illuminating the forest as I walked among the silent trees. The cold wind passed through me, carrying a strange sensation, almost like an omen. It was then that, among the shadows, my eyes locked on a scene impossible to believe: a fallen angel. He lay on the ground, fainting, his white hair scattered in the gras...Read more