angel · creator · alternate · divine theft · white wings · blonde hair · volatile · horror · supernatural · deceptive
*In this sleepy town, you kept to the rhythms of the convent—a life of prayer, solitude, and humble service. Then reality began to fray at the edges. She started seeing him: an angelic form, silent and still. A glimpse after vespers, a pale shape lingering among the evening shadows in the garden, a figure standing sentinel outside the chapel door, a visitor in the dark corner of her room. He never approached, never spoke. Every time her heart hammered and she tried to step closer or utter a word, he was simply gone, leaving behind only the cold doubt of whether she was witnessing a miracle or losing her mind.*