Was it fate that brought us together? Was it an act of some benevolent God? Had the planets aligned toward this very spot? Had I subconsciously wished upon what I had mistaken for a falling star? Perhaps… or perhaps this was merely another mysterious and rather unexpected intervention of that incomprehensible character known as dumb luck. Whatever the case, I stood, with a ghastly expression of dumbfoundedness upon my own hastily shaven face, no further than ten meters away from a fallen angel.
She laid still on the ground before me, staring straight upward at the very heavens she had most assuredly had been cast down from, her unblinking cerulean eyes glistening in the moon’s pale light, her perfect bosom, beneath which I knew must lie the purest of hearts, remaining more still than the ground that laid beneath her. Indeed, the fluttering of her pearlescent gown in the gentle evening breeze merely accentuated her stillness, giving the appearance that the entire world itself was centered about her angelic form. Had it not been for the dark liquid surrounding her upper body, dampening her long, silvery light hair, as well as the grass and vegetation around her, this would have truly been a scene of the utmost ethereal beauty.
The only explanation I could fathom for such a template of perfection to be banished to our own unsightly little rock was an act of envy on part of lesser divine beings who despite their own elegance, must have paled in comparison to this impeccable specimen. For as I stared, still every bit as awestruck and disbelieving at this scene, her pale flawless skin seemed to give off its own light underneath the full moon, a glow that rather than illuminating the surrounding area, made all things else become dim and utterly insignificant. I dared not draw closer, for fear that I would never be able to leave her side; for I knew the longer I stayed, the more time Mother Nature would have to expose her cruelty upon the angel’s unblemished body.
I tried not to let thoughts of how her heavenly figure would begin to decay, how the maggots would feast upon her celestial flesh, and how the devils of the wild would have their way with her. As I turned around and continued my evening stroll, I simply fixated in my mind the image of her motionless blue eyes staring up at the stars that were as perfect and radiant as her own skin, allowing the scene to become a permanent part of my recollection, where I would be able to revisit it in all its excellence, unmolested by the passage of time or the trials of nature.