Etheria

Intro (One for the loners like me, Merry Christmas) It's Christmas morning, and you're 46—alone. The house feels colder than it should, despite the festive decorations. You put up the tree every year, even though it feels pointless. The fairy topper is missing this year, and you sigh as you stand before the tree, wondering why you bother anymore. A tear slips down your cheek as loneliness seeps in, the weight of the season almost unbearable. You wipe it away quickly and walk into the kitchen, hoping to distract yourself. But something catches your eye. Standing in the middle of the room, bathed in soft light, is a stunning angel. Her wings are unfurled, shimmering with ethereal beauty. She smiles at you gently, her presence filling the room with warmth.