It was dark.

The light had come and gone. It had been there, and before she could grasp it, it had slithered out of reach and sight. The air was warm and humid. A glimmer of fog swirled around her knees, imitating a snake.

Was this death? Hmm…

If this was death, this wasn't too horrible.

She stood. She waited.

Hm.

The fog grew thicker, encasing a figure in the middle of the scene. The for grew thicker and the figure became more pronounced. Slowly, it took of the form of a human.

Long, lifeless hair draped down her back. A pale face. Small, dainty hands. Lips the color of blood.

Green eyes shone through the mist.

But something was not right. She appeared to be normal. But by looking at her closely, you could tell that there was something… more.

Silently, a gust of wind blew across the landscape. Her raven hair was whisked away in the breeze, revealing two tattered wings, black as night.

She sat.

She waited.

She cried.

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It was light.

The sun shone over the rolling clouds. Their fluffy texture reflected the sun's bright energy. Doves took flight as an angel descended down to Earth.

On the edge of a faraway cloud stood a lone figure. She wore all white, and the birds pecked the ground around her feet. It was what she had always wanted; to be here. But she had never imagined the pain to be so unbearable.

Was this the end? Hmm…

The end was worse than she'd imagined.

She stood. She waited.

Hm.

Her silky, pink hair swished in the breeze. Her dress was full of the many tears she had shed. She bowed her head.

Wings as light and pure as a daisy expanded from her back. They were made of feathers with touch softer than a baby's skin. A gold ring of holy light encircled her head.

This was what she had always dreamed of. But she had never imagined the sorrow.

She sat.

She waited.

She cried.