She was…there were no words I could use to describe her. She was brilliant; I think she even glowed, literally, and I was almost certain I'd have a heart attack if I stared for too long.
She bled silver; it dripped from her pristine white feathers. They gleamed and shimmered in the faint light from the cathedral ceiling; a pair of immaculately beautiful wings clung to her back, and I stared in awe.
I was either going to pass out or vomit.
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Something's coming to Little Creek