With great pleasure, we showcase the eighty-fifth quote from Aureate by Snowheart19__3 :

"The angel was broken.

His shattered halo was criss-crossed with fissures, faults and fractures. Just a shred of their original beauty, once lustrous and lucent wings lay limp and lifeless on the leaf-littered floor, severed from his body. No longer pure white, they were permanently besmirched with blood the colour of dark rubies, a few crimson feathers strewn across the floor."