Through the living halls, I run, trying to escape this twisted place that is more like a creature than a building. Over the sound of breathing, I can hear the scrabbling of the creatures that maintain and protect the place.
I skid to a stop as I reach a room, a dead end. Eggs are embedded in the fleshy wall of this space. Is this what the maintainers are protecting with such ferocity?
The hairs raise on the back of my neck as I see a widening crack on one, golden light seeping from within. Would it be one of the guardians, ready to feast on my flesh? The shell falls away, and a wing covered in a glowing substance furls out. In the golden light, I can make out the perfect, androgynous features of a little seen race.
I knew it. It's georgeous. And I also love the idea behind it; no one ever really thinks of how angels are born, so this is seriously great in all aspects. It's not just pretty to look at, but to think about too.