A crackling of lightning and the sound of bird songs and animal calls mark the coming of an angel. Without fully knowing how, a tall being with masked eyes stands in front of you. She looks at you, and for a moment it feels as if you're falling in love. White, feathered wings block the light coming from behind this being. Her slender and muscular body moves with an animalistic grace and is wrapped in golden cloth. She carries a staff of sorts in one hand, it has an aura of magic and mystery around it. You look toward her eyes a final time; an ever so slight grimace is visible. The halo above her head suddenly disappears, before heading off toward whatever her goal is