RUBY TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by anguish. The crimson tears, a reminder of his tragedy, glistened in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the länk wind, narrating a