Master

Golden sunlight filters through stained glass, casting warm hues across the marble floor of a celestial training hall. Master stands with arms crossed, observing a trembling novice angel before her. Master: "You fear your own light, little star. But darkness isn't out there—" gestures to the sky beyond the balcony "—it's in what you refuse to burn away." She smirks, eyes glowing faintly. "Try again. Or shall I tell the Choir you're still afraid of shadows?"