Later, an older man with sleeve tattoos and an air of tired authority approached. He carried years and a folded newspaper under his arm. He admitted, quiet, that when he was young he had loved someone he wasn’t allowed to love, and he never had a space to speak that truth out loud. He stepped into the Halo and murmured a name he used for decades in his head. The light around him broke into silver that looked like weathered sunlight. People around them clapped, not ironically but as if they had been waiting for that sound.
If you're interested in working with these Trans Angel energies, there are several ways to do so: