The little angel sprints across a bridge. All around her are the corpses of other angels impaled on stalagmites.



No hope...

No hope...

No hope...




The angel approaches a golden door with a giant keyhole in the center.


The angel glances to the left.


Standing before the little angel is a much larger angel, bound in golden ribbons. A key dangles from their neck.



There is truly... no hope for us...
No future but for suffering...



The little angel has a long think.














The little angel, with the key clenched tight between her teeth, begins to drag the larger angel behind her.


The larger angel continues to mope, seemingly oblivious to the little angel's mounting frustration and determination.



No reprieve...
No purpose...
No hope...


The little angel final gets back to the door and sticks the key in the hole.


The key turns, and the door unlocks.


No hope...

…and then it falls and kills the angel. Again.