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There is a spark that glows in humans, souls that wax and wane rapidly as their lives flash by. Souls flicker, fighting for a moment longer, but all eventually fizzle away, left to float to the light or fall to the darkness.
Such is the aura of a human soul — faint, finite.
In angels, however, there are flames, divinity that flares brightly as eternity draws on. Our divinity burns, radiating with fierce devotion, and it grows only stronger for those that suffer and weep.
Such is the aura of an angelic being — radiant, everlasting.
But you… you, strange divine being, have an aura unlike any being I’ve encountered before. Yours is unusual, unfamiliar, and volatile.
At a short distance, it is like that of a human’s spark, unsuspecting to those that sense such auras. But as one draws near, the spark begins to crackle and splits into glittering flashes of light, glowing and dancing like a human who is caught in an emotional fervor; it is reminiscent of a human who has lost their way.
However, upon passing you, the sparks extinguish. The sparks that beckoned are now silent. It is empty, cold — like the aura of a hellish empty husk.
It is the core of your aura that caught me off guard, for when I touched you, I was momentarily blinded. In an instant, my senses were overwhelmed with fire, the sheer radiance of the flames almost painful. It was familiar — like that of the Archangels — yet unfamiliar — unlike any angelic being I’ve faced.
However, when contact breaks, it is again empty, cold — like that of a demon.
At a short distance, the sparks reignite, and as one draws away, the sparks return to the unsuspecting nature of a human’s.
Your fire, strange divine being, is burned into my memory. Such a fiery aura can only belong to an angel, but I do not know what to make of the strange experience, of the shifting auras, flames, and light.
I do not know what to make of you, no matter how much I ruminate over your strange presence between an angel and its human.
It begs the question… What are you?