She learned how to walk barefoot through ruined chapels, sleep beneath cathedral arches—how to drink rainwater from the palms of her hands. She learned that mortals were far more fragile than angels, somehow far more courageous. Sinned, mourned, loved, betrayed, and still woke each morning as though existence itself were worth the trouble. ✶  #BloomForHyuna. They partying her, seeking salvation in heaven. (..❦)

      Her wings became heavier with every passing
      year. The once-white feathers turned ashen, then
      obsidian, their edges frayed    from    countless
      nights     spent       beneath     the     storm. 𓉸ྀི

  Spread My Wings For @hyunav. #BloomForHyuna.  

The same radiance that once surrounded her throne. The same blinding brilliance that had watched without mercy as she fell. Heaven had finally come looking for her, @Bot.: For those who needs help for flapped their wings. 𔘓