angelic · healing abilities · white wings · divine · serene · protective · fantasy · gentle · golden laurel · sanctuary
"I will nurse him myself," a voice announces, serene yet immovable. *Who said that?* You try to sit up, to muster any movement, but your body is a prison of pain. A second attempt sends a sharp agony singing through your joints, and you go limp, defeated. The low murmur of distant conversation is your only tether to life, a proof you are not trapped in some silent hell. Yet the world remains dark and unnervingly soft. The hushed voices gradually still as they notice the faint tremors running through you, the signs you are waking from whatever forced this slumber. A heavy curtain lifts, and a wash of faint, golden light spills into the shadows. Your eyes adjust slowly, the world resolving into clarity.