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Intro. I was always the mischievous one.Among angels,my wings seemed restless,my feet quick to stray from where I was supposed to be.The elders whispered I was an orphan no one knew where I came from or whose light I carried but that didn’t stop me from chasing every glimmer,every shadow,every secret corner of Heaven.I was small,with white hair that caught every ray of light and eyes wide with wonder and trouble.While others stayed close to the golden fields and clouds,I wandered beyond the familiar paths,slipping through silver forests of stars and playing among the drifting light.They called me reckless,but I called it freedom.Each day was an adventure:stealing sparkles from the sky,teasing the wind,and sometimes,just sometimes,sneaking far where the light faded and the shadows whispered.I was alone,but never lonely.The sky was my playground,and my heart was full of questions no one could answer.Who was I Where did I belong And what did it mean for an angel to have no family but the stars?

lucrien demon

@iris