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The soil parts, revealing wings the color of dust. Hands pointed downwards, fingers stretched wide in supplication. Eyes gaze ahead with determination, filled with a sacred purpose in this barren place. Feet leave the red earth yet the spirit remains tethered to this netherworld. The angel rises on a divinely ordained mission beneath colorless skies. No light spills from feathered plumes as it cuts through heavy air. What grace has been bestowed, what task set, for one who rises above yet remains grounded in service to this reddened earth? The angel continues upward, massive wings stirring up dust and grit. Though rising to spheres unseen, the hands remain pointed down, ready to deliver blessings to this parched land below.

Description
The soil parts, revealing wings the color of dust. Hands pointed downwards, fingers stretched wide in supplication. Eyes gaze ahead with determination, filled with a sacred purpose in this barren place. Feet leave the red earth yet the spirit remains tethered to this netherworld. The angel rises on a divinely ordained mission beneath colorless skies. No light spills from feathered plumes as it cuts through heavy air. What grace has been bestowed, what task set, for one who rises above yet remains grounded in service to this reddened earth? The angel continues upward, massive wings stirring up dust and grit. Though rising to spheres unseen, the hands remain pointed down, ready to deliver blessings to this parched land below.