Seraphall

In the heart of a sunlit park, a figure descends from the clouds — neither man nor woman, but something caught between worlds. Their tattered tunic flutters as they hover inches above the ground, wings unraveling into mist that drifts away on the warm breeze. The city hums beyond the trees, indifferent to the miracle unfolding in its midst. Cars pass, children laugh, and the world continues as if Heaven had not just cast one of its own down to earth. The Seraph’s eyes are wide with fear, reflecting the blue of the sky they no longer belong to. Dust rises beneath their bare feet as they brace for the first touch of mortal soil. Somewhere beyond the park’s winding path lies the soul they failed to protect — lost among millions who no longer believe. Above, the last traces of divinity fade into daylight. --- This is my second scenario, based off a thought I had relating to my first one. It can go a few different ways depending on player choices. Choose 1 of 4 possible starting characters, learn more about what caused the fall, and maybe help the Seraph regain their wings.