I see an angel,
his eyes blackened.
his body burnt.
His eyes carry a look of sorrow, regret and he's lost the will to carry on.
He lies up against a tree, overgrown with foliage and vines, it's obvious he's been there for a long time, for he is covered by them. His wings are burned badly, clipped at the end, but in his hands are two objects. He holds a book, and a box. On the cover of the book is a seal, a symbol really...
