You open your eyes to see this

Above you swirls a vortex into which spots of light are stretched and then sucked in like a black hole. The winged creature calls your name, its voice just a moan on wind you can't feel. It beckons you forward.

Shit! Can I run away?

It's not exactly how I pictured an angel but I shall see what it wants.

The swirling vortex of doom looks fun.