Filaments of light emanated from his back like lightening from the heavens, each strand radiating with energy as they seemed able to lift his strong and powerful body.
Together these strings of light created what appeared to be wings, glowing so brightly as to make me believe they must be tangible, their ethereal visage breathtaking to behold.
In awe, I watched his wings move, like a million straightened halos, cohesive one moment, and yet a second later, seemingly like fingers, reaching out and striking, as though each ray of light were its own deliverer of justice.
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you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does
p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes.
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