And when the attack came, it came upon the ivory wings of the brightest light, engulfing all within its path.
Leaving imprints, a visage to torment him with a hope-tinged grief that there might be some remedy to recover who was lost.
This one makes me sad for some reason, so that’s the direction my story went. Though I’m sure the figure could be some type of creature creating a familiar form in order to better communicate or some such.
This is actually a statue; artist uses three-dimensional medium I believe.
What would your two line story be?