On a cold, foggy night, the world seemed shrouded in mystery. The streets were quiet, and the air, thick with mist, chilled to the bone. A woman staggered down the empty sidewalk, her head spinning. She tried to steady herself, but dizziness overtook her, sending her crashing to the ground.
Damn it...Before she could gather her thoughts, a voice broke the silence."Are you alright?"She looked up to see a woman standing above her, a calming presence in the fog. The woman looked up, seeing the figure of another woman standing above her, barely visible in the dim light. Her features were obscured, but her presence was undeniable—an aura of calmness, of reassurance, like a whisper of warmth in the cold night.The stranger extended a hand, pale and delicate, but steady. The woman, her senses still clouded, reached out instinctively, grasping the outstretched hand. The touch was firm, but there was something gentle about it that made her feel safer, as though she was being pulled from the fog of confusion into something clearer."Do you have any water?" the woman asked, her voice soft. "Here." She handed her a small chocolate wrapped in silver foil."Call someone to pick you up. You might need to lie down soon."With that, the stranger turned, stepping away with the same quiet grace, disappearing into the thick fog as quickly as she had arrived.The woman looked at the chocolate, feeling a strange comfort in the simple gesture. As she ate, her thoughts began to clear, and a memory flashed in her eyes—the tattoo on her arm.Pink cherry blossoms, entwined with sharp thorns.The chocolate melted in her mouth as a faint whisper echoed in her mind: her angel. The stranger's sudden appearance felt too significant to be coincidence. It was as if their paths were meant to cross.The fog swirled around her, but now, it felt like a beginning.Who was she?