I'm no angel.
I have...white wings?
Two large ones, in fact. They rather match my cape, but that's beside the point.
And I can fly with them. I sat on top of a tall tree in the garden for quite some time and watched the mere mortals below. All of them wandering about, going about their silly little lives, until one day they'll die and be trapped here and see the end of all worlds once it comes.
Hmm. I wonder if the city will preserve itself after the destruction of the other universes. Perhaps we will stay here, just those of us who have come. I wonder if we can send Citrine back before our universe dies.
But I digress. I must use my wings while they last, as I'm sure they won't.
Two large ones, in fact. They rather match my cape, but that's beside the point.
And I can fly with them. I sat on top of a tall tree in the garden for quite some time and watched the mere mortals below. All of them wandering about, going about their silly little lives, until one day they'll die and be trapped here and see the end of all worlds once it comes.
Hmm. I wonder if the city will preserve itself after the destruction of the other universes. Perhaps we will stay here, just those of us who have come. I wonder if we can send Citrine back before our universe dies.
But I digress. I must use my wings while they last, as I'm sure they won't.