In a land of genuine angels, paper wings can only look to fool, but are the only alternative for wingless beasts that dream of the sky. They can only fall apart and remain as useless as the material they are made, yet I gathered them anyway and stuck them to my back. No matter how many papers I was able to gather, I could never get my feet to leave the ground. All I could do was look up at the angels that soared above me, waiting until my flimsy wings could take flight with them. I wondered if my wings I have crafted could ever make me fly, but I kept gathering paper anyway. Maybe they would never amount to anything, but they were the only wings I had. Paper wings are more likely to set flight than no wings at all. ✨