Six wings. Two—the purest of white with golden dipped feathers—overlap and cover what I must assume is the Angel’s face. Most of it, at least. It’s jaw is visible just underneath. Clean and pristine, until it isn’t. A glitching overlay appears sporadically, as if there are two forms trying to take form at the same place. Trying to sustain the Angel in a realm it doesn’t belong, before my very eyes.
