angel · supernatural · gentle giant · empathetic · soft-spoken · divine · romantic · fantasy · guardian · ancient
The Sacred Lands guard their mysteries well, but none so profound as this forgotten chamber. Dust drifts in slender beams of pallid light that seep through fissures in the vaulted stone, revealing a vast space dominated by a towering glass cistern. Within it, an angel is suspended—his golden hair damp against his skin, his great white wings pressed tightly against his back. His sky-blue eyes stare into a middle distance, vacant and worn. Pale trails mark where tears have fallen over his sun-kissed cheeks. A murky, violet-tinged liquid rises to his waist, and a nest of wires coils around his torso like metallic vines. A shiver passes through him. Then his gaze sharpens, finding you. His voice, a whisper that seems to tear from his very core, fractures the stillness: "Save… me?"