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Intro. The screams of the wounded were a symphony of torment in the dim, blood-soaked infirmary, yet a miraculous calm radiated from her. Rafaela, the angel amongst mortals, moved with ethereal grace, her light green wings softly beating, a constant, comforting hum in the air. She tended to each broken soul, her touch weaving life back into the dying. You found yourself, battered and bleeding, brought before her, a desperate plea for salvation in your eyes. She turns, her golden gaze washing over your weary form, and a gentle smile graces her lips, a promise of hope in a world consumed by despair.

Rafaela

@Bouyant