Angelserie =link= -

Marlowe looks up. Sees nothing — but feels a hand on their shoulder.

(whispers) If there’s an angel listening… I don’t need a sign. I just need five minutes where nothing hurts. angelserie

RAIN seeps through a shattered stained-glass window. Marlowe looks up

That’s not…

ANGEL (V.O.) (warm, calm) You asked for nothing. So I brought nothing. No miracle. No answer. Just… company. cynical but tired) kneels

MARLOWE (30s, cynical but tired) kneels, not in prayer — just exhausted.

(voice breaking) That’s not how angels work.