As the city raced beneath her in a blur of deadlines, ambitions, and passing years, the angel sat quietly above the skyline. Around her, clocks melted into the clouds, surrendering their hold on time. She watched generations rise and fade, towers grow and disappear, yet the human longing for love, meaning, and beauty remained unchanged.
In that moment, high above New York, eternity was not endless time—it was the part of the human soul that time could never touch.
Argentina
United States
