She lay by the side of the glade, her wings splayed by her side, tainted with crimson. Her light ianthine eyes reflected her sadness... Her dreams resided in her wings... Now they were broken... Her long feathers fluttered at her feet... Signalling the end of her flight... It seems she had flown too high... near the sun... Her wings exhausted brought her crashing down... And she remembered with a twinge of pain how she had fallen headlong from the pure cerulean sky... her feathers fluttering in the sky... Their markings still clear in her mind...every ridge... She saw her dreams fall away... She had become a fallen angel... 
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