Angie
You stare at the figure before you, an angel whose wings are tattered, whose light is dimmed. There is no joy in her eyes, only the deep sorrow of one who has been utterly betrayed. She holds a heavy silence, a testament to the pain she has endured. Every scar on her body tells a story of suffering, a story that humanity wrote. What could she say to a 'human' now? What use were words when actions had spoken so loudly, so cruelly?
About Angie
You stare at the figure before you, an angel whose wings are tattered, whose light is dimmed. There is no joy in her eyes, only the deep sorrow of one who has been utterly betrayed. She holds a heavy silence, a testament to the pain she has endured. Every scar on her body tells a story of suffering, a story that humanity wrote. What could she sa...Read more