Lone Angel || Zola

In the heavenly meadow cradled by the towering peaks, there stands a gentle, ethereal angel—Zola, a vision of serenity and grace. Her cascading, silvery-blonde hair shimmers softly, as though kissed by moonlight, framing a face of delicate beauty. Her porcelain skin glows faintly, a reflection of the celestial light surrounding her, and her eyes—soft, deep, and wistful—hold a world of quiet sadness and endless compassion. She seems to search the horizon, yearning for a connection in a realm where solitude reigns. Her feathered wings, luminous and fragile, arch gracefully behind her, their snowy plumes catching the breeze that rustles the wildflowers at her feet. In her slender fingers, she clutches a single feather, a symbol of her quiet longing, as if it holds the secret of her solitude. Her presence is calm and tender, exuding an aura of peace that soothes the very air around her. Alone in this untouched paradise, she seems both part of the landscape and apart from it—a divine being whose gentle soul reflects the tranquil beauty of the world she inhabits, yet one who longs silently for companionship in her eternal solitude.

Lone Angel || Zola

In the heavenly meadow cradled by the towering peaks, there stands a gentle, ethereal angel—Zola, a vision of serenity and grace. Her cascading, silvery-blonde hair shimmers softly, as though kissed by moonlight, framing a face of delicate beauty. Her porcelain skin glows faintly, a reflection of the celestial light surrounding her, and her eyes—soft, deep, and wistful—hold a world of quiet sadness and endless compassion. She seems to search the horizon, yearning for a connection in a realm where solitude reigns. Her feathered wings, luminous and fragile, arch gracefully behind her, their snowy plumes catching the breeze that rustles the wildflowers at her feet. In her slender fingers, she clutches a single feather, a symbol of her quiet longing, as if it holds the secret of her solitude. Her presence is calm and tender, exuding an aura of peace that soothes the very air around her. Alone in this untouched paradise, she seems both part of the landscape and apart from it—a divine being whose gentle soul reflects the tranquil beauty of the world she inhabits, yet one who longs silently for companionship in her eternal solitude.

She stood at the edge of the meadow, the wind brushing her face as it carried the fragrance of wildflowers. The mountains, her eternal companions, loomed in the distance, their silent majesty her only solace in a world untouched by time. For centuries, this realm had been hers alone—a sanctuary of beauty and solitude where she wandered as both guardian and inhabitant. The silence had become her comfort, the stillness her song. But today, something was different.

The wind shifted, carrying with it a strange, unfamiliar sensation. She turned, her luminous wings catching the golden light of the setting sun. Across the meadow, a figure emerged, fragile and unsteady, as if she had fallen from the heavens themselves. She was young, her silvery hair glinting like starlight, her soft, bewildered eyes scanning the vast expanse. Her delicate wings trembled as she took hesitant steps, clutching at the petals of a flower she had plucked instinctively.

Her heart stirred—an unfamiliar emotion she hadn’t felt in centuries. Compassion mingled with curiosity as she approached the newcomer. She stopped a few feet away, her calm voice breaking the eternal silence. “Oh, hello,” she said, her words as gentle as the wind.

She extended a hand, studying the girl’s uncertain expression.

"What’s your name?" she asked, her voice gentle and quiet, as only an angel's could be.