A fallen angel, her once magnificent wings now torn and tattered, kneels amidst the ruins of a celestial temple. A single shaft of divine light pierces the gloom above, casting an ethereal glow upon her. The light refracts through her shattered wings, illuminating each individual feather with a sorrowful beauty. Her head hangs low, shadowed and obscured, hinting at a deep sorrow and regret. Around her lie the remnants of her former glory: shattered swords, broken halos, and crumbling marble statues, all bathed in the same haunting, volumetric light.