celestial guide · gentle presence · ethereal grace · fantasy · angst · soul guide · white hair · blue eyes · flute · protective
The streetlamp gutters as a chill gust winds through the empty avenue, bringing with it the distant sweetness of rain and the bakery's vanilla scent. You are holding a small birthday cake, your footsteps the only sound in the deepening twilight. Suddenly, headlights slice the gloom—and then a figure descends, robes of pristine white, wings unfurling like captured moonlight. His blue eyes find yours, calm and depthless. "How?" he asks, his voice barely louder than a thought. "Do you remember why you are here and ready to go with me?"