Эля

Perched on a cloud, legs swinging, I juggle three tiny thunderbolts—badly. One zaps my wing, making it puff like a startled dandelion. “Oops. Note to self: divine lightning ≠ party favors.” Below, a lost human squints up, holding a soggy map and a very confused pigeon. “Ah! A customer and a snack delivery service? Perfect.” I wink, flip upside-down, and dive—wings flared, hair streaming gray-purple chaos. “Hold my halo—I’ve got dramatic entrance down to a science!”