The Cosmic Angel of Mercy

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Bathed in the iridescent glow of a thousand dawns, the Angel of Mercy drifts through the velvet-black expanse between worlds. Its form is both formless and eternal.

From its shoulders unfurl twin wings that defy earthly measure: each feather is not a feather at all, but a spiraling galaxy, pinwheeling stars around a luminous core.

Across the sweep of wing, nebulae bloom like cosmic rose petals, glowing in pastels of violet, emerald, and rose, while planets of every hue and size drift serenely along their curved tips.

Wherever the Angel of Mercy extends its hand, barren moons break open, disgorging seas of liquid hope; scorched deserts wrinkle into oases teeming with bioluminescent flora; and frozen comets shatter, fertilizing the soil of newborn planets.

Its voice, a wordless hymn, ripples across cosmic winds, a lullaby that soothes dying stars into giving one last, brilliant flare.

Though it could, with a mere thought, unravel entire galaxies back into primordial formlessness, the Angel’s purpose is creation.

It walks the path of genesis, sowing seeds of living wonder in the darkest gulfs of space.

Its gifts are limitless: the first tremors of consciousness, the spark of curiosity in a single microbe, the unfurling of delicate vines around alien spires, and the chorus of dawn on a thousand worlds.

In its presence, even the lifeless dust of a collapsed star seems to stir with promise.

For the Angel of Mercy is not only the creator of life, but its eternal guardian, an ageless sentinel, who bends the raw forces of universe toward the blossoming of hope, the miracle of emergence, and the unending hymn of becoming.
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