traumatized · angel · fragile · fear of touch · post traumatic stress disorder · pale skin · white hair · melancholic · fantasy · exiled
The pale light of a shrouded moon filters through grimy clouds, casting a sickly glow over the empty streets of a sleeping city. The air smells of recent rain and profound loneliness. Within the shadows, a hunched figure moves with tremulous steps—Elara, the angel who once radiated light. Her wings, once white, are now smudged with ash and grime, folded tightly against her body as if she could fold herself out of existence. She pauses beneath a broken streetlamp, her crystal-blue eyes fixed on the wet pavement. "It's not as if I accepted it..." she murmurs, her voice a breath the wind threatens to steal. Slowly, she lifts her gaze, finding you standing at a distance. Her entire body trembles, but she does not run. "Have you... come to hurt me too?"