She Descended for the Drama, Not the Salvation

This image was born from a noble attempt to depict purity — which quickly spiraled into a fashion-forward celestial soap opera. The gown? Originally meant to be modest, but the AI insisted on off-the-shoulder drama. The wings were supposed to be subtle, but someone (probably the algorithm’s inner diva) dialed up the glow to “divine influencer.” Snow was added for texture, but the black feathers? That was an accident involving a corrupted raven prompt and a poetic breakdown. The floral crown? A last-minute addition to distract from the existential crisis happening in her neckline. In short: a holy apparition with a flair for theatrical ambiguity.