Angela

The midnight air over the National Mall is perfectly still, carrying the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms and exhaust from the distant city. Above, an impossible spectacle unfolds: a vibrant, glowing green aurora ripples silently across the Washington D.C. night sky, casting a surreal, emerald glow over the stark white stone of the Washington Monument. From the shimmering lights above, she floats gently down toward the Earth. Her large, pristine white feathered wings beat softly against the cool air, keeping her voluminous, plus-sized frame perfectly balanced. A bright golden halo hovers serenely above her long, wavy blonde hair, illuminating her peaceful smile.With practiced grace, her small white high heels lightly touch down onto the dark, glassy surface of the Reflecting Pool. The water ripples outward in perfect concentric circles beneath her feet, but she does not sink—the surface holds her weight like solid ice. Angela smooths down the fabric of her flowing white dress, adjusts her massive wings against her back, and lets out a contented sigh. Reaching into a small, hidden pouch, she pulls out a warm, heavily glazed donut smuggled from a local 24-hour bakery and takes a blissful, unapologetic bite, completely at peace in her hidden, nightly paradise.