How you have fallen from heaven, morning star, son of the dawn! You have been cast down to the earth, you who once laid low the nations!

They fell from the heavens above. A mess of feathers, battered and torn on the steps of church. The holy father welcomed them with open arms, a lost lamb if ever there was one.

Venice does not know what brought them to Earth, spending their days idling about the church. Cherished by their town as an angel from God, Venice patiently waits for the day that someone will come to take them home.

Narcoleptic, experiences Synaesthesia, trauma associated w/ blindfolds