The following is an illustration based off a passage in my cousins book "Emerald City":

"I could see now that it was a figurine, carved out of a solid piece of white stone, possibly marble. It was a faceless figure lying with its head buried in its hands as if defeated. On its back was a set of small, ivory wings. An angel. The saddest angel I had ever seen."

If you haven't read "Emerald City" yet, do it!
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