At the top of the world, where the winds weep serious whispers, this beautiful, angelic Aetheria, dreamer, with her angelic wings woven with the thread of the moon, with eyes that guard the night that gives color to life, and angelic like no other.
She is not an angel, nor a beast, she is simply a beautiful young woman, a sacred echo of the contradiction of the human being transformed into beauty, with wings that reveal the radiance of the sun and moon on the horizon.
Flying with eagles and all the marvelous birds, who in life give her a dome that breaks the sky, letting her face reach out with a wakefulness that God gave her, angelic with sleep.
At dusk, she is seen in the dreams of captive souls, brushing the walls of the sleeping path, and those who name her with their voices truly give her that smile and a feather from her hall, giving hope to those who wait for her in their beds.