MidReal Story

The Last Flight

Scenario:The last flight didn’t start with a mistake. It started with a moment of comfort. A glance missed. Warnings ignored. The sky was clear, the path familiar. But complacency crept in — silent, patient, deadly. After death, there are no second chances. Complacency doesn't warn you. It waits... until it’s too late. Join the flight of Jesus now.
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The last flight didn’t start with a mistake. It started with a moment of comfort. A glance missed. Warnings ignored. The sky was clear, the path familiar. But complacency crept in — silent, patient, deadly. After death, there are no second chances. Complacency doesn't warn you. It waits... until it’s too late. Join the flight of Jesus now.

Alex

He is a passenger on a flight to New York. He is complacent,reflective,and anxious. Alex reflects on past travels and comfort found in routine. He feels uneasy about this particular flight but chooses not to act. His thoughts are interrupted by a voice claiming to be from the flight's future date. Alex is skeptical but curious. He learns that this is Jesus Christ's final flight and that he will be crucified upon arrival. Alex is shocked and deeply moved by the revelation.

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Jesus

He is the Son of God,traveling to New York for his crucifixion. He is calm,compassionate,and allknowing. Jesus reveals himself to Alex through a voice,explaining his purpose and fate. Despite knowing the outcome,Jesus shows kindness and understanding towards Alex's concerns. He shares his love with Alex and asks him to accept it. Jesus's presence brings a sense of peace and wonder to Alex,who is unprepared for their encounter.

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The last flight didn’t start with a mistake.
It began with a moment of comfort.
I glanced at the woman sitting across from me and smiled slightly, catching her gaze for a brief second before she looked away, embarrassed.
She was new to traveling; I could tell.
I was not.
I had been on so many flights that I could no longer count them.
Flights to different countries, cities, and states.
I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes, waiting for the plane to take off so that I could get some rest.
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I shift in my seat, testing the familiar click and tension of the seatbelt across my lap.
The woman across the aisle fumbles with her own buckle, her hands trembling slightly.
A low vibration builds through the cabin floor as the engines spool up.
The sound grows steadily, and I feel the subtle push back into my seat - a sensation I've experienced countless times before.
The flight attendant walks past, checking seatbelts with practiced efficiency.
She nods at mine without pausing.
The engines reach their full pitch, and I close my eyes again, letting the white noise wash over me.
"Is it your first time flying?" I asked, opening my eyes and turning slightly toward her.
"Yes," she admitted with a nervous laugh.
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I lean closer to hear her better over the engine noise.
Her hands grip the armrests tightly, knuckles white.
The cabin lights flicker briefly, casting shadows across her face.
Her eyes dart around the cabin, and she leans in closer, her voice a mere whisper as she confides, "I am on a mission"
I caught a glimpse of a well detailed map, with markings and notes beside each markings?
I settled into my seat, trying to ignore the nervous woman's whispers.
My attention drifted to the flight attendants' routine checks, their movements mechanical and unremarkable.
I glanced at my watch, noting the time without real interest.
The plane's engines hummed steadily, a sound I barely registered anymore.
Jesus's voice broke through my apathy, urging me to look around, to see the details I was missing.
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I sighed, my eyes scanning the cabin half-heartedly.
The woman's map caught my eye again, but I quickly looked away, choosing to remain detached.
The plane lifted off the ground, and I realized I was no longer just a passenger.
I lean across the aisle, studying the map on her tray table while pretending to stretch.
Red circles mark specific locations, with hastily scrawled notes connecting them like a spider's web.
The woman catches me looking and quickly folds the map, but her trembling hands fumble.
The paper slips, revealing a street address in Manhattan's financial district.
Jesus's voice whispers that I should ask about it.
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Fighting my usual instinct to mind my own business, I clear my throat and point to the fallen map.
I clear my throat and gesture at the map she's trying to stuff into her bag.
She flinches, clutching the crumpled paper tighter.
"What is that about?" I ask, keeping my voice low and casual.
Her eyes dart around the cabin before settling on me.
The overhead light catches the sheen of sweat on her forehead.
She starts to speak, then stops, her fingers tracing the red circles on the map.
Jesus's presence feels stronger now, almost tangible in the narrow space between us.
"It's... it's a matter of life and death," she finally whispers, her voice barely audible over the engine's roar.
I lean in closer, my curiosity piqued despite myself.
"Whose life?" I ask, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily between us.
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Her words hang in the pressurized cabin air as I process their weight.
The map trembles in her hands, and I notice something I hadn't seen before—timestamps scrawled next to each location, all for today's date.
She rummages through her bag and pulls out a crumpled newspaper.
The headline catches my eye: "Midtown Massacre: Multiple Explosions."
Jesus's voice echoes in my mind, urging me to look closer.
My hand reaches for the newspaper, but the woman grabs it back.
In our brief struggle, the front page tears.
"Please," she pleads, her voice breaking, "you have to help me stop this."
I hesitate, the gravity of her words sinking in.
"How do you know all this?" I ask, my mind racing with possibilities.
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As our hands brush reaching for the torn newspaper, her eyes lock onto mine with a fierce intensity.
I hesitate, feeling Jesus's presence urging me to engage further.
She whispers about needing to stop the attacks in the Financial District, her voice trembling yet determined.
I glance at the map again, noting the timestamps and red circles, then back at her.
The cabin's hum fades into the background as I ask her how she knows about these future events.
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She leans closer, her voice barely audible over the engine's hum.
"These places," she says, pointing to the red circles, "they're safe. They're where humanity can survive."
I study the map, noticing how close the locations are to the Financial District.
An inner voice echoes in my mind, the Counsellor and my Guidances, urging me to believe her. I have always turned to Him for guidance when I needed help.
But skepticism lingers.
I point to one of the timestamps.
"This says 10:45 AM. That's when our flight is supposed to land."
She nods, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination.
"How do you know this?" I asked, my voice trembling.
She paused, considering her response.
"I had a vision," she whispered, her words hanging in the air like a fragile confession.
As she speaks, I watch her hands shake less, her confidence growing with each word.
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"Then we have no time to waste," I said, feeling the urgency pulse through my veins.
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I hurry down the aisle, my heart pounding in my chest.
The nervous woman's words echo in my mind, and I can't shake the feeling that time is slipping away.
The Counselor's voice remains calm, urging me to act quickly.
I reach the cockpit door and knock, my knuckles rapping urgently against the metal.
The pilot's voice comes through, asking who it is.
"I need to speak with you," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
The door opens a crack, and the pilot peers out, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.
"What is it?" he asks, his voice tight with tension.
I lean in close, whispering about the woman's warning and the need for an immediate announcement to the passengers.
The pilot's eyes widen, and without hesitation, he reaches for the intercom.
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"Attention, passengers," his voice crackles over the intercom, echoing through the cabin.
"We have a situation that requires our immediate attention. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We will be making an emergency landing shortly."
The nervous woman's grip on my arm tightens as I return to my seat.
Her eyes are wide with anticipation, but Inner voice presence calms me.
I help her secure her seatbelt, reassuring her that everything will be alright.
The other passengers murmur and fumble with their belongings, some rushing to stow their bags in the overhead compartments, orhers complaining that their perfect plans have been shattered.
The flight attendants move swiftly, checking that everyone is buckled in.
The plane tilts slightly, beginning its descent.
"Do you think they'll believe us?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"They have to," I reply, glancing around at the anxious faces of the passengers.
"And if they don't?" she presses, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.
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As the plane descends rapidly, I sit beside the nervous woman, her hand trembling in mine.
"We'll convince them once we land," I said, my voice steady despite the turbulence.
She nods, her eyes fixed on the window as the ground rushes up to meet us.
Around us, passengers murmur anxiously, some glancing at us with suspicion and fear.
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I tighten my grip on the woman's hand, whispering reassurances as the plane drops sharply.
She nods, her eyes wide with fear but trusting.
The other passengers glance our way, suspicion etched on their faces.
I keep my focus on the map, pointing out the red circles to the woman.
"These are where we need to be?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turbulence.
Jesus's voice remains a steady presence in my mind, guiding me to stay calm.
As the plane's wheels touch down, I feel a surge of determination.
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As we exit the plane, a talking dove lands on my shoulder.
"Paths unseen, choices that echo," it says in a raspy voice.
The nervous woman looks at the bird with wide eyes, her grip on my arm tightening.
"What do you mean?" I ask, but the bird only repeats its words.
"Watch the signs," it says before flying off.
Passengers around us murmur and point, some taking photos.
I glance at the woman's map again, trying to connect the dove's words to our mission.
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I guide the nervous woman through the crowded airport, my eyes scanning for the first red circle on her map.
We weave through throngs of travelers, her hand gripping mine tightly.
Jesus's voice murmurs encouragement in my mind as we approach a busy terminal.
I spot the red circle near a coffee shop and lead her towards it.
She hesitates, glancing around nervously, but I nod reassuringly.
We reach the location, and I pull out the map to confirm.
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I guide the nervous woman to the coffee shop, our eyes fixed on the metal door with the "city of refuge" sign.
We compare it to her map, and she nods, realizing that all the red markings indicate these safe zones.
She grips my hand tighter as we approach, her breathing shallow.
I knock on the door, and it opens slightly, revealing a dimly lit room.
A man inside gestures us in quickly.
As we step inside, I notice others huddled together, their faces tense.
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I close the door behind us, whispering, "We're safe now," as the man locks it securely.
The nervous woman and I join the group inside.
The room is dimly lit, with a few candles casting flickering shadows on the walls.
I scan the faces of the worried people, noticing their anxious expressions and hushed conversations.
The woman clings to my arm, her grip tight but reassuring.
I pull out her map, confirming that this location matches one of the red circles.
The inner voice in my mind remains calm and steady, guiding me to stay vigilant.
The man who let us in steps forward, his voice low but firm.
"You've made it just in time," he says, glancing at the map in my hand.
"There is a flight leaving by midnight at the finacial district; everyone in these safe zones must be there before midnight, we need to move quickly."
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I nod and look around the room, rallying everyone.
"Everyone, gather your belongings. We need to leave immediately," I said, my voice steady and urgent.
The nervous woman helps me distribute the map's marked locations to others in the safe room.
As people start moving, I notice some hesitate, questioning the urgency.
I explain the situation in the Financial District and the importance of reaching the flight on time.
The inner voice reassures me as I help an elderly man pack his bag.
The room buzzes with activity, but amidst the chaos, some deviant fellows question the accuracy of my information. I lead those who were willing to leave to a waiting vehicle.
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I lead the group outside, scanning the parking lot for a vehicle.
A stranger approaches, his eyes intense but calm.
He hands me a key and says it unlocks a vehicle that can take us directly to the midnight flight.
I hesitate for a moment, then accept the key.
The woman grips my arm tighter as we follow him to a nondescript van.
I unlock the van, checking the interior for any signs of danger.
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I turn the key and the van's engine roars to life.
The nervous woman climbs in first, her eyes scanning the parking lot for any signs of danger.
I urge the others to hurry, pointing at the clock on the dashboard showing time slipping away.
They scramble into the van, some still skeptical but driven by urgency.
The inner voice remains a calm presence in my mind as I shift into gear.
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I drive the van towards the airport, the city lights blurring past us in a hopeful rush.
The nervous woman sits beside me, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at the map to confirm our route.
The other passengers murmur quietly, some still skeptical but all united by the urgency of our mission.
The inner voice remains a steady presence in my mind, guiding me through the city's maze of streets.
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I pull the van into the airport parking lot, the nervous woman scanning her map one last time.
She nods to me, a hint of relief in her eyes, and we all pile out quickly.
She leads the way, her hand still trembling slightly but her focus sharp as she guides us through the bustling crowd towards the terminal.
The inner voice echoes in my mind, reassuring me that we're on the right path.
I catch sight of our plane through the large windows, engines roaring and ready for takeoff.
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We rush through the crowded airport terminal, the nervous woman's grip on my hand tightening with each step.
The other passengers follow closely behind, their faces filled with a mix of excitement and fear.
As we near the security checkpoint, a well-dressed stranger steps out from the crowd, a smile on his face as he approaches us.
He introduces himself as an airline representative, offering us an unexpected upgrade to first class and expedited security clearance, all for free.
His smile seems genuine, but I hesitate, glancing at the nervous woman's map and then back at the stranger.
The inner voice in my mind urges caution but also curiosity.
The nervous woman nods slightly, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and hope.
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I accept the upgrade, thanking the stranger as he leads us swiftly towards the first-class lounge.
The nervous woman's grip on my hand tightens, her eyes darting around the luxurious space with a mix of awe and apprehension.
We settle into plush seats, and I notice the stranger watching us from a distance, his smile still in place but his eyes filled with an unreadable intensity.
I pull out the map again, tracing our next steps with my finger while the nervous woman leans close, whispering about the stranger's true intentions.
Other passengers in the lounge glance at us curiously, sensing the unusual energy surrounding our group.
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A friendly flight attendant approaches us, a warm smile on her face.
She confirms our upgrade and explains the benefits of first class, her words soothing some of the nervous woman's fears.
The nervous woman's grip on my hand loosens slightly as she listens intently to the attendant's explanation.
I glance at the stranger across the room, noticing his stern looking expression.
The engines roar louder, and the plane began to taxi for take off.
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As our plane begins its takeoff, I glance out the window and see a large crowd sprinting towards us, their hands outstretched in desperation.
They shout for the flight to stop, pleading to join us.
The nervous woman's grip on my arm tightens, her eyes wide with fear as she watches the chaotic scene unfold.
The inner voice presence in my mind offers a calming reassurance, but the urgency in his voice is undeniable.
The pilot's voice crackles over the intercom, his words filled with a sense of urgency.
"We have been instructed to depart immediately," he says, his voice steady despite the commotion outside.
"We must leave now, without any further delay."
The nervous woman's grip on my arm tightens, her knuckles turning white with tension.
Outside, the crowd continues to plead and shout, their faces pressed against the windows in a desperate attempt to be heard.
The stern-faced stranger watches us intently from across the cabin, his eyes fixed on the nervous woman and me.
The inner voice in my mind remains calm and steady, urging us to stay focused on our mission.
The plane's engines roar to life, and we begin to taxi away from the chaos on the tarmac.
As we lift off into the sky, I glance out the window one last time, watching as the crowd becomes smaller and smaller until they are nothing more than tiny dots in the distance.
The nervous woman's grip on my arm finally loosens, and she lets out a shaky breath as we reach cruising altitude.
I turn to her and offer a reassuring smile, hoping to ease some of her fears.
"Do you think they know something we don't?" she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.
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"Maybe," I reply, trying to sound confident, "but we have to trust that this is the right path."
The stranger approaches again, his eyes locking onto mine as he says, "There's more at stake here than you realize."
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I sit in first class, the nervous woman's grip on my arm still tight as the stranger approaches again.
His eyes lock onto mine as he declares, "I have been commanded to bring you before His majesty the King. Everyone on this flight are guests of His majesty the King of the universe. Your tickets are already paid for and a feast awaits you for making it into this flight."
He hands out invitation cards to everyone, explaining we must present them at the city gate upon arrival.
I turn the invitation card over in my hands, examining its gold-embossed lettering and intricate patterns while the nervous woman leans closer to look.
The heavy cardstock feels warm to touch, almost vibrating with energy.
When I trace the elaborate script with my finger, the letters seem to shift and dance.
The stranger stands over us, waiting for a response, his shadow falling across the card.
The woman's grip on my arm tightens as Jesus's voice confirms this is no ordinary invitation.
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The stranger nods, as if hearing the same voice, and says, "Welcome to the journey of your lives."
I turn the glowing invitation card over in my hands while the nervous woman watches, her eyes wide with wonder.
The card's warmth spreads up my arms, making my skin tingle.
When I look closer at the shifting golden text, the letters rearrange themselves to spell my name.
The stranger stands silently, his shadow still falling across us both.
Jesus's voice grows stronger in my mind, urging me to trust this path.
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Despite lingering doubts, I meet the stranger's intense gaze and slowly incline my head.
I study the invitation card one last time, feeling its warmth pulse through my fingers.
The nervous woman's grip on my arm loosens slightly as she watches me stand.
Around us, other passengers remain seated, their own cards glowing dimly in their hands.
The flight audios suddenly came on, "prepared for landing," the pilot voice boomed through the flight intercom.
I sit back down as the nervous woman's grip tightens on my arm.
The invitation card still glows in my hand, its warmth spreading up my arms.
The stranger sits across the aisle, his eyes fixed intently on us.
The inner voice remains steady in my mind, urging me to trust this path.
Around us, other passengers clutch their own cards, their faces a mix of awe and confusion.
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The plane begins its descent, and the woman's grip on my arm tightens further.
"Do you think this is real?" she whispers, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
I nod slowly, feeling the truth of it resonate within me.
"But why us?" she asks, her eyes searching mine for answers I don't yet have.
The plane jolts as we hit the runway, but I keep my eyes shut tight.
The nervous woman's grip on my arm loosens slightly as the aircraft levels out.
The invitation card still pulses with warmth against my palm, its heat spreading up through my fingers, past my wrist, reaching toward my elbow.
The mysterious stranger's footsteps approach our seats once more.
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When the card's warmth reaches my shoulder, my whole body starts tingling.
I stand up shakily as the plane taxis to a stop.
The invitation card is now burning hot in my palm.
Through the small window, golden light floods the cabin, forcing me to squint.
The nervous woman gasps beside me, her grip finally releasing my arm.
As my eyes adjust, I make out crystalline spires rising into clouds tinged with colors I've never seen before.
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The mysterious stranger gestures for us to move toward the exit, but I remain frozen, transfixed by the impossible architecture stretching endlessly across the horizon.
The invitation card dissolves into shimmering dust, leaving only a lingering warmth and the undeniable pull of destiny.
I step onto the jet bridge with shaky legs, the nervous woman close behind me.
The mysterious stranger leads our group toward a shimmering gateway where the terminal should be.
Golden light streams through, making everything glow with otherworldly brilliance.
My skin tingles as we approach, and Jesus's voice grows stronger in my mind.
Other passengers gasp and murmur as we near the entrance.
The air feels thick with electricity.
Just as I reach the threshold, my feet leaving solid ground, a powerful voice resonates through my entire body.
"Welcome, chosen ones," the voice booms, echoing with an authority that demands attention.
I hover at the gateway's edge, marveling at the strange sensation of weightlessness.
The nervous woman floats beside me, her fear replaced by wonder.
Our bodies begin to shimmer and pulse with light, starting from our hands and spreading outward.
My plain clothes transform into brilliant white garments that seem woven from pure light itself.
The mysterious stranger glows with an intensity I've never seen, his form shifting into a being of pure energy.
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He gestures toward two towering figures standing guard before massive golden doors.
Their faces shine like lightning as they bow and step aside, allowing the gates to swing open slowly.
With a deep breath, I step forward into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever awaits beyond the golden doors.
I pause at the threshold, my heart pounding as waves of warmth wash over me.
The nervous woman's hand finds mine again, but her touch is different now - lighter, almost ethereal.
As I take my first step forward, brilliant light floods my vision.
The floor beneath my feet transforms into what looks like flowing crystal.
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My body tingles as if every cell is awakening anew.
The mysterious stranger gestures for us to continue deeper into this radiant space.
I move forward slowly, each step bringing new sensations of peace and wonder.
I kneel down slowly, drawn to the shimmering surface beneath my feet.
The woman watches as I press my palm against the crystal floor.
Cool energy pulses up through my arm, making my whole body shiver.
The surface feels impossibly smooth, like liquid glass frozen in time.
Ripples of light spread out from where my hand touches, creating circles of golden radiance that dance across the vast expanse.
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The golden ripples expand, merging into a blinding brilliance that envelops us completely.
I slowly lift my hand from the crystal floor.
I notice something incredible - beautiful flowers and trees that seems to sing with thesame harmony of the city sways gently as the breeze blows on them.
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I stand with my palm still tingling from the crystal floor as ethereal notes drift toward us.
Figures in white robes emerge, their voices rising in perfect harmony.
The melody feels familiar yet otherworldly, making my skin prickle.
We began to glow brighter as we drew closer to the singing voices.
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I try to make out the words of their song, but the language seems beyond human understanding.
The notes weave through the air, binding us to this place with an unbreakable thread of unity.
I stand with the woman as understanding washes over us like a wave.
The singing figures' melody shifts, and suddenly their words become clear - ancient hymns of praise in a language we somehow know.
Looking down, I see our bodies radiating pure light, our earthly forms transformed.
The crystal floor beneath us turns transparent, revealing endless layers of reality stretching infinitely below.
When I meet the woman's gaze, her eyes shine with the same divine recognition.
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We've transcended our mortal existence.
We stand amidst the singing beings, their voices resonating through us like a symphony of pure joy.
The woman's eyes glow with peaceful serenity.
She reaches out and grips my hand tightly.
Together, we glow with an intense light that seems to merge into a single being.
The music swells, reaching a crescendo that shakes the very foundations of existence.
The crystal floor shimmers beneath our feet, revealing layers of reality beyond comprehension.
Figures in white robes approach us, their faces filled with warmth and acceptance.
They reach out and gently lead us toward a brilliant light at the center of the city.
As we walk, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace and purpose.The light envelops us completely, healing and filling us with boundless love.
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