This Image has a realistic look. A cosmic otherworldly tone. A Nebula isn’t a gentle puff of cosmic dusk. It’s Alive. It lights up with, Dark purple clouds that swirls like a lovers breath. Electric blues. Pulsing around like a womb of beautiful bright cluster of stars. The Fallen Angel. Tall dark ancient with large black wings, he materialize from A cloud of smoke and silver flames that entangles around him. He wears a black cloak with ancient glyphs printed on it, trailing behind him like a storm refusing to be forgotten. A woman with dark brown hair and a long black dress. She’s standing on a galactic crystallin deck of Obsidian ship that sails through the stardust The woman and the Fallen Angel stand face to face, pressing their foreheads together in a embracing love for each other