I could not dare to reach you, yet I wanted to.

He was lying on the hard, cold glass floor, staring blankly at the sky. There was nothing to do. For some reason, the number of people coming to Hell had decreased. Thanks to that, he had become a bit idle, but still.

He rolled over onto his stomach. He drew meaningless doodles on the floor with his hand. They would be erased soon anyway. Even so,

Then, he heard a commotion from somewhere. There were so many voices he couldn't tell for sure, but the gist was that someone had arrived.

Just who could it be?

He stood up and walked toward the noise. Then, he saw that person. He stopped.

You were so radiant that the word 'divine' felt insufficient. The white light around you shone as if to further illuminate your existence, and a white feather fell one by one wherever you passed. They were beautiful. Those wings. Those wings as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

He stared at you blankly. Only his gaze followed you.