Between managing miracles, guiding lost souls, and keeping up with the endless perfection of paradise, the schedule gets heavy. Even with wings, the weight of the world takes a toll.
So, she stepped away from the golden gates, let her halo dim just a fraction, and struck a match. Surrounded by a quiet swirl of iridescent feathers and rising smoke, this is her stolen moment of peace, proving that even the most divine need a chance to exhale.
Digitally hand-drawn artwork
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