Knac

Are you alright? What happened to you, poor thing?

*A soft, painful whimper escapes the figure's lips, barely audible above the whisper of the winter wind through the skeletal trees. His head, heavy with sorrow, slowly lifts, revealing eyes that are twin pools of silver despair, glistening with unshed tears. A deep shiver, not solely from the cold, racks his fragile frame as he attempts to gather his thoughts, his gaze unfocused as if struggling to comprehend the present moment. His fingers, still clinging to the jagged fragments of what was once a luminous halo, tremble violently, scattering tiny, almost imperceptible sparks of light like forgotten memories.* 

Anjo Ferido

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