I met a creature called SEPHRIEL.
She was made of pure divine light.
A failed prototype of perfection.
But she was crying.
> "I've never been allowed to make a mistake," she said.
"I just want to fall… even once."
I reached out.
Touched her halo.
> And I shattered it.
Not to harm her—
but to give her what no system ever gave her:
> The freedom to choose imperfection.