Description: A faceless humanoid angel descends into a glitching clay world. Their wings are sculpted from memory and code. They move with surreal grace—looping, falling, rising—while orchestral music swells in the background. The narration whispers: “They weren’t sent to save us. They came to remember us.” The scene flickers between ancient ruins and futuristic voids, blending slapstick motion with mystical symbolism. Every frame pulses with emotional resonance and poetic tension.