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They do not descend — they remember the fall. heir forms are shaped from smoke and smoldering gold embers, shoulders like cathedrals, eyes like dimmed suns. The earth beneath them feels diminished, as if only a fragment of a greater creation remains. Their shadows slice through cities like ancient prophecies. They leave no footprints, yet the air grows heavy as they pass.They carry no weapons. Their presence itself is judgment. Suspended between heaven and soil, they are neither angel nor human — but the memory of a forbidden touch.
A dark and dramatic cityscape at night, with a giant, angelic figure made of smoke and fire rising above modern skyscrapers. The figure has an intricate Gothic architectural structure as a halo or part of its head, and its wings burn with golden flames. A lone man stands on the ledge of a building in the foreground, silhouetted against the colossal entity. Beams of light cut through the dark, cloudy sky, illuminating parts of the buildings and the smoky form. Streetlights cast warm glows on a highway below, while the surrounding buildings are mostly dark with a few lit windows. The overall atmosphere is ominous and awe-inspiring, hinting at a supernatural event unfolding in an urban setting.
