As Lenny descended deeper into the world known as Purgatory, the atmosphere around him began to change.
The air became heavier, yet filled with an almost intoxicating energy that seemed to pulse with life. And then, he saw them—an overwhelming sight that took his breath away. Angels. No, not just angels, but fallen angels. A multitude of them stretched out before him, as far as his eyes could see.
Each one radiated a beauty so profound it defied mortal comprehension.
Some were vast, swirling masses of wings—feathered and shimmering in hues that no human could name, as though each wing was painted in the colors of dawn, twilight, and every moment in between.
They hovered gracefully, their wings fluttering in a way that seemed to make the very air sing, glowing with a light that was pure, untainted, and yet somehow ancient.
