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ArtistSolemn fallen angel, wings on her back spreading. Slowly sitting up. Camera movement.
In a hush of leaves and filtered light,
She kneels—a vision, broken, bright.
Wings once pure now kissed by dust,
A tale of heaven, lost to rust.
Among the trees her silence sings,
Of shattered halos and clipped wings.