Wings upon wings. 

Eyes upon eyes. 

Feathers gathered around him. Red… light? Blood? It swirled like a cloth around him, touched him, made him want to scream. Tohato wanted to [i]scream[/i] and kick away everything absorbing him, how… he absorbed the light, how halos of eyes and hands sprouted from him, how he felt like he could throw up feathers from everything happening. He didn’t know [i]what[/i] was happening, but everything was happening, every color was passing through his vision, every pain he’s ever felt was jolting through his spine. 

He was still falling when he noticed… maybe, a dying dove..? Falling with him, at the same speed. His first instinct was to hold his hand out to it, maybe help it, but— the second he touched the faceless, pale corpse, light flashed again, and three sets of wings shot out from his back, and his feet felt different, and his eyes felt different, and— everything was [i]dark[/i] and all he wanted was a bit more light, if only to [i]see[/i]. 

Suddenly, Tohato saw…. Something reflecting, while he watched every part of him contort. Shards of glass. Ice. Flame. A screech erupted from him, an angry yell contorted into something like a red-tailed hawk’s call, with his strange new wings spread out, with all of his eyes blinking and staring down. Why was everything blurry? Why was everything sharp? What did he… land on? 

Before he could think, something came out of his… face…? All of his eyes lining up, all the haunting red light, it exploded out of him and onto the glass approaching his feet, the scene he couldn’t focus on, this whole [i]world[/i] he fell into, confused. Red, angry light was all Tohato could register, and all he could figure out. He could feel glass on his feet. He could hear voices. He could tell how all of his body keeps contorting, how his skin is like feathers and wax. He wanted to wake up from this awful dream, and… figure out what the hell is happening.  

The Angel has fallen.