On a storm-lashed night,

a lone traveler lost her way among the mountains.

The wind howled,

rain poured in torrents,

and the cold sank into her very bones.

Exhausted, she stumbled through the mud,

each step weighted with pain and despair.

In the all-consuming darkness,

she felt cut off from the world,

left at the storm’s mercy.

Just as she was about to give up,

a pair of pure, warm wings descended from above

and wrapped her in a gentle embrace.

They were as soft as the lightest cloud,

yet carried an unbreakable strength

that shut out the wind and rain entirely.

“Rest easy,”

came a low, soothing voice at her ear.

“No storm can reach you here.”

The traveler closed her eyes

and let herself sink

into the shelter of those wings.

In that moment,

all her fears were gently smoothed away,

and she felt as though the entire world

had hidden her in its tender care.

She fell into a deep sleep

held in that feathery comfort,

as if even her dreams were warmed by it.

When the first rays of morning broke through the clouds,

she awoke.

The sky was clear and bright,

the mountains and forests glowing a gentle green.

Rising to her feet,

she discovered a renewed strength

coursing through her body;

her skin felt soft and radiant like petals after rain,

and her heart brimmed with calm resolve.

She looked up,

seeking those wings,

but they had vanished without a trace—

leaving only a single white feather

drifting down at her side.

Picking it up,

she felt a deep peace.

She knew that though the refuge offered by those wings

was no longer visible,

it would always remain.

No matter what storms she might face,

their quiet protection would live on inside her,

granting her the courage

to face whatever lay ahead.