Crimson Tears of a Fallen Angel

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a glimmer of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition an

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