Gibreel Farishta awoke amidst the wreckage of the plane crash. His body felt broken, bruised, but somehow he was alive. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, and the earth trembled beneath him. He was disoriented, unsure of where he was or how he had survived. His thoughts were hazy, memories fractured like glass.
Stumbling through the debris, Gibreel's mind raced. What had happened to him? He had been a star, a figure adored by millions, but now he felt like a shadow of himself. His reflection in the twisted metal revealed a man he barely recognized—a stranger in his own skin.
As he wandered through the remains of the crash site, he felt a strange presence. There was something more to this place—something celestial, almost divine. He was not the man he once was. Something had changed, deep within him, and he wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse.