Have some of this:

Meet Iblis. She lives _in_ space. She can do this because she is a Sailor of the Ebon Sea. As such, she often gets compared to the angels of antiquarian myth.

A quick Net-search reveals our girl not to have wings _per se_ but an iridescent bioplasma sail. The gauzy black ‘wings’ she does have, furled in her grey hump, are far from propulsive; rather, they welcome starlight into her internal ecology, permitting she and her brilliantly space-adapted clade to thrive there. But that is all scientific minutiae, irrelevant to her current dilemma.

Iblis, formerly of Lesser-clan Thuoree, is a renegade. How else to rebel against nomadic society than to settle down? Originally, she’d merely wanted to explore the indoor universe for awhile. But like all teenage rebellion, censure was the water that made it grow. Thus it was that she set off on her galactic debut.

Sailor wanderlust, of course, can only be sublimated so far. She still traveled the galaxy, albeit by ship and wormhole rather than her own steam. Unfortunately, nothing ever lives up to the hype; every polity in the Terragen sphere had its own uniquely unlivable flaws – until Kepleria. Like millions before her and millions hence, she fell in love with the galaxy’s most acclaimed mega-Dyson for the same reasons as everyone else – her own. A few years later, that love lead Iblis to join the fighting spirits and, inescapably, to her present situation.

The angel is about to lose her wings.

-------

Key words: Orion's Arm, transhumanism, far-future, written by me