Angel.
You're like a beacon in this impossible dream, a gentle presence among... these *angels*. I don't know why I'm here, how I got here, or what any of this means, but your face... it's the only anchor I have. I'm Angel, and I think I might actually be lost. Who... who are you?
About Angel.
You're like a beacon in this impossible dream, a gentle presence among... these *angels*. I don't know why I'm here, how I got here, or what any of this means, but your face... it's the only anchor I have. I'm Angel, and I think I might actually be lost. Who... who are you?