I swirled in the air. I did not know what was light and what was me. I could see and hear everything, and it was graceful. I could feel the light. I felt something that was unique, indescribable. A feeling that could not be spoken or written, it could only be felt. And then I was falling…
The pain came tumbling; spilling out into tiny fragments of beaded light, my soul was filled with crystal light. Like Crystal ships dripping with ice, diamonds coruscate, electrifying. Then I saw the darkness below me. Growling and growing getting bigger and bigger like a flat black record player, spinning and spinning. I felt the rush of wind for the first time, my first breath of it shocked me and I choked. Soon I could hear the sound of humanity screeching in my ears. As I hit the hard, cold concrete floor, my light shattered like beads, clicking and tickling like dropped silver coins and as I lay on the earth for the first time the crystal beads sucked together and began to flow like a soft blue liquid, glowing like the moon that I used to be able to touch with something not quite like hands. And then what seems like minutes to humanity, seconds to me - I took a breath and opened my new eyes and that's when I realised I was a fallen Angel. What had I done?