Every night, he drifted off into a haze of intense, phantom sensations—warm hands that made his bigger by night, soft breath on his , and an invisible . It felt like a dream, but dreams didn't leave physical evidence.

He decided to stay awake. He'd set up a camera, propped himself up against the headboard, and waited.

Around 3:00 AM, the air in the room shifted. A soft, golden light bled through the darkness, and a figure materialised beside the bed. She was breathtaking, wings tucked tight against her back, skin glowing with an ethereal radiance.