I know I'm death because my wings are just bones... They are wide and exposed, like a giant dead bat.
I can fly....but, as is self explanatory, it requires a lot of ungodly energy, not in accordance with this realm. She prefers if I vanish and reappear. It's our compromise.
But you all have huge, feather and downed, colorful, ethereal, transcendental wings. All of you are angels. All of you can fly
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