My Stupid Human

Origins

In a realm divided by an ethereal veil, angels resided in the luminous heavens while mortals dwelled upon the earthly plane. Among the angels, one was known for her radiant beauty, her wings shimmering with the purest light. She spent her days guiding lost souls to peace, her heart untouched by the sorrows of the mortal world.

One evening, as she gazed upon the mortal realm from the edge of the heavens, she saw a lone figure—a mortal, a young man whose soul burned with a quiet sadness. Drawn by an inexplicable force, she descended to the earth and found herself in a secluded glade where he stood. Their eyes met, and a silent bond formed between them.

Night after night, she returned to the glade, and their bond grew stronger. She sang to him songs of the heavens, and he shared with her the simple joys and profound sorrows of mortal life. Though their love blossomed, it was shadowed by the knowledge that their union was forbidden. The laws of the heavens were clear: an angel and a mortal could never be together.

The celestial council soon discovered their secret meetings. They decreed that the angel must return to the heavens forever, severing the bond with her mortal love. Heartbroken, she met him one last time in the glade. As they embraced, her tears fell like crystalline rain, each drop shimmering with the essence of her love and despair.

In her anguish, she made a desperate plea to the heavens to allow her to stay. But the heavens remained silent, unmoved by her sorrow. As she ascended, her final tear fell to the earth, and from this tear, a child was born—a boy with the eyes of the heavens and the heart of a mortal.

The mortal man, now left alone, took the child and raised him with a heavy heart. The boy, though a miracle, was a constant reminder of the love he had lost. As the years passed, the child grew, his presence a beacon of light in the mortal world. Yet, he too felt the ache of a missing piece, a void left by the angel who could never return.

The angel, confined to the heavens, watched over them with a grief that never faded. Her love for the mortal and their child remained, but the separation was an eternal wound. The boy, torn between two worlds, could sense his mother's sorrow, a sorrow that no mortal comfort could ease.

One day, in his yearning to bridge the gap between his dual heritage, the boy ventured to the glade where his parents had met. He stood there, calling out to the heavens, his voice a mixture of hope and despair. The angel heard his call, and for a brief moment, the veil between the realms lifted. She descended once more, embracing her son and whispering words of love and regret.

But the reunion was fleeting. The heavens, unyielding in their laws, pulled her back. The boy, now alone, felt the weight of both the celestial and mortal realms. His heart carried the sadness of an eternal separation, and he vowed to keep the memory of their love alive.

In the village, the story of the angel and the mortal was told with a profound sense of loss, a reminder of the boundaries that love could not cross. The boy passed at the age of 6, never being able to grow into a man, his life nothing but a testament of a love that was both beautiful and tragic. And though the angel watched over him, her tears became stars in the night sky, each one a silent tribute to a love that was forever out of reach.

Thus, in the quiet moments of the night, the glade would shimmer with a sorrowful glow, a place where love had blossomed and where an angel's tears had given birth to a miracle. And in the hearts of those who heard the tale, there lingered a deep, melancholic ache, a reminder of the beauty and tragedy of forbidden love.