Hot, it was hot in that freezing place.
He had their eyes covered. Who was he?
Sabrina, Raúl, Reyna? There were millions of names in the world, they couldn’t know.
What was he? A woman, a man?
No idea.
His skin was scorched, he was burning, he knew that.
There was something weird, he couldn’t hear the sound of the flames that supposedly were burning his body. But he did hear the wind, & he could feel cold things hit against him.
He was in the middle of a snowstorm? & the fire? Where was it?
He couldn't hear them, but “it” knew that the flames were there, he could feel them.
How could that be, then? The snow & the fire repelled themselves in the universe that he remembered. Every ecosystem was separated, the elements could’t touch each other.
He wasn’t in his universe, How did that affect his body?
Did he have one? No. “It” didn’t remember having a body.
Light, light. That was what he remembered, those flames that scorched him were comforting.
“It” was fire.
Good, he discovered something, he discovered he was made of fire. But why was he in contact with snow?
Something was wrong, the heat, the cold, both of them were rising. He needed to get out of there, he needed to regain his heat.
He stood, it seemed he had legs, & he could feel a pair of arma at the side of his “body”.
He felt light. But he weighed a lot, his body was heavy, rather, his legs were the ones that were not capable of holding his body's weight, as if they never had to.
His body was getting hotter, he started to feel the cold in his body, & the snow was burning him more than his own fire.
His feet sank in the snow, he didn't have shoes.
He was wearing clothes, he could feel them above the heat, at least he had something to protect him when the heat wore out.
& then, there was light, it blinded him, white, pure, beautiful.
His supposition was good, he was in the middle of the snow, though, the storm was subsiding.
He could see bodys falling from the sky. Those bodys had black things on their backs. What was that?
“It” bringed what he thought was his hand to his back, it was empty. He sighed relieved, but he felt a deep sorrow in him when he discovered his empty back.
Just then he noticed the other thing that was falling from the sky; feathers, white, black & grey. What were they doing there? The “thing” had to see what was going on-
He climbed the snow mountain he had in front to see what was going on. & when he saw, he wished he was blind again.
The bodys were pilling in the snow, those winged creatures were thrown, & the black things were disappearing from their backs,
He approached one of them & he recognized the heat that himself was emanating. ¿Was he perhaps one of them? A winged creature? But, & his wing?
He didn't need an answer, when all his memories came back.
He was an angel. But his white wings had turned black, like those that were disappearing from the backs of the creatures, & they had disappeared from his back. He had fallen, he, & the other angels. It was clear.
Fallen Angels.
The chaos was close.