She saw mothers clutching their children, eyes wide with terror, seeking refuge in the debris strewn by conflicts they never chose. Brothers lay in the rubble, divided not by blood but by ideology, their final breaths spent in a struggle that seemed both futile and profound. She witnessed the empty gaze of a child, bereft of innocence, holding onto a tattered toy—the last remnant of a life that once was.
With each step, the angel felt the weight of sorrow bearing down on her wings, a reminder of the fragility of humanity. She wept for those who had turned their backs on compassion, for the hearts hardened by a thirst for power and control. Her luminous presence seemed at odds with the darkness surrounding her, an embodiment of hope in a world seemingly bereft of it.
The angel paused, her heart swelling at this glimmer of hope. She descended gently, her presence enveloping the group in a warm embrace. "Even in your darkest hour, remember love is still within you," she said softly. "It will guide you through the trials ahead. For it is in unity that strength is found."
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