Heaven was unlike anything that existed in the mortal world.
Even to the imagination of poets, dreamers, or prophets who had tried for centuries to describe it—reality far surpassed their words.
The very air shimmered with a warmth that felt alive, a quiet pulse of divinity that hummed beneath every breath.
Instead of soil or stone, vast fields of soft, luminous clouds stretched endlessly in every direction, glowing faintly beneath the eternal light that hung over the skies.
They weren't just white, but ever-shifting hues of silver and gold, their surface glimmering like silk under sunlight. Each step upon them sent out ripples of light, gentle waves that dispersed like the surface of a celestial sea.
And above and around, the heavens unfolded into sights both breathtaking and otherworldly.
Massive temples of glass and crystal rose from the clouds, their spires piercing through layers of light until they seemed to merge with the sky itself.
