Broken Wing Fantasy

"I see through your soul, half of it is me, half of my soul is you." When he was born, the stars poured down on the world like broken silver sand. The howling cold wind outside An Paradise was swallowed up by the strange phenomenon in the sky. Tens of thousands of starlight split the clouds, dragging ice-blue tail flames towards the horizon. The mother held the father's hand, which had already turned cold to the bones, and said, "It looks like countless angels have broken their wings and are rushing to pounce on this child." The mother held her crying baby tightly in a pool of blood, her hair turned pale by the scattered starlight. She lowered her eyes and stared at the crimson little face in her arms, and vaguely saw the fallen stars reorganizing deep in the baby's pupils, condensing into two rotating stars.