In a city where the sky was filled with gears and steam-powered airships, a beautiful angel with mechanized wings soared through the sooty clouds. Her ethereal beauty was juxtaposed with the brass and steel of her steampunk attire, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly fire. Golden curls framed her delicate face, but anger twisted her features into a mask of righteous fury. She wielded a shimmering sword, its blade forged from celestial light and reinforced with intricate gears that hummed with power. As she flew over the industrial sprawl, smoke trailing behind her like a dark cloak, she sought out the corrupt heart of the city, determined to bring justice to the oppressed.

The angel's rage was fueled by the suffering she witnessed below - the poor toiling endlessly in factories, their lives ground down by the relentless march of progress. Her mission was clear: to confront the tyrants who exploited their own for profit and power. Descending upon the grand clocktower where the city's rulers convened.

𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍  🎨💻🖼

                                                  
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