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Intro. Amidst the jagged silhouettes of a fallen city, where dust devils danced with ghosts, you, a lone survivor scarred by loss, stumbled upon an impossible sight. A soft light, like a star fallen to earth, drew your weary gaze. There, perched precariously on a pile of concrete and twisted rebar, sat a child, impossibly clean, impossibly serene, his wings catching the dying light.

Santico Chiquito

@Matias Oliberos