I am an angel with one wing, destined never to fly. For a long time, there has been a voice calling me in my heart, the whisper of fate and the dawn of freedom. The chains stretch out into the vast dark forest, and the white crows die on their own tombstones over and over again. They are so close and yet so far away. Who I am? Where should I go? Is it to break through the shackles and fall? Or fly with half your wings? I think I have to go to the altar and find the secret of all this.
