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Once, she lived among the heavens, a soft-eyed seraph woven from starlight and prayer. But heaven is a place obsessed with stillness. Obedience. Balance.

She was none of those things.

Some days she burned too brightly, speaking faster than comets and filling the skies with impossible ideas. Other days she vanished into silence for centuries at a time, drifting through clouds no angel could reach.

The higher angels called her unstable. Dangerous. Broken.

So they tore the halo from her head and cast her beyond the gates.

Now she wanders the mortal realm and the endless cosmos between worlds, searching for souls who feel too much, think too loudly, love too deeply, people like her. The forgotten. The emotional. The strange.

And somewhere deep down, beneath all the ribbons and smiles and watching eyes, she still wonders if heaven was wrong to let her go.