One stormy day, an angel fell from the sky. For he had no wings, no halo, all he had was merely his gown and a soul. His body collided with the earth and sparks of hope came out of his scapula. Onto these he held onto. And when he was met with evil, he stretched out his hand and greeted it warmly. A journey of those without a place, who have nothing to lose other than eachother.