The True Angel

Sebastian drew in a long, slow breath as the majestic golden door swung open before him. His eyes locked onto a sight so wondrous that words failed to capture its essence.

"Um, excuse me, but, like, seriously, who are you?"

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with a glory beyond any image of beauty he had ever known.

As Sebastian gazed at her, he could not help but be amazed.

The woman, indeed, seemed to have stepped out of the most beautiful legend or fantasy.

Her long hair flowed like a river of pure gold, falling gently along her slender arms.

The white dress clinging to her body was like moonlight embracing the beauty of the night.

Her skin shone like a jewel, every inch giving off an impression of incredible grace and beauty.

Her eyes, clear as the star-filled night sky, illuminated the room with a depth that was hard to measure. Embedded in her face, her small and perfect nose, and her lips which were pink like rose petals, all came together in perfect harmony.

The woman sm