The angels descend toward a luminous chasm of energy below the floating realms. Each wingbeat releas

The angels descend toward a luminous chasm of energy below the floating realms. Each wingbeat releases arcs of shimmering magic, forming transient glyphs and auroras in the air. Sparks from broken crystal islands, glowing feathers, and magical motes spiral into the abyss, creating a chaotic tapestry of light, color, and celestial power that feels both beautiful and catastrophic. --ar 16:9 --v 8