Prologue

Heaven is the paragon of bliss and happiness.

Every soul that has not been tainted by evil can go there, but this belief, until this day, remains a myth; the day by day many lose hope, need... trust in religion.

"What is the creator of heaven doing while these events are occurring?" -You may ask, well, he, it, she, or whatever they are, do nothing.

"Why?" To say bluntly, I have absolutely no idea.

However, there are two possibilities: He is evil, or he simply does not exist.

I think the latter, but my opinion does not matter.

Was God so enraged by the actions of Adam and Eve that he cursed the whole species? -Why? -Where did his hatred come from? Why would God curse innocent people who did nothing to offend them? Should descendants pay for the actions of ancestors?

There is... no correct answer that I can provide, but maybe, eventually, in the future, I will understand.

Anyway, I will stop my pointless monologue here.

I did not believe in God 'till the unfortunate event that magically coincided with the commencement of the heavenly gate's opening.

I condemned every form of supernatural in my life - especially God and fate - in the case of fate, I hated the idea that I was not in charge of my future, and I was correct; not correct in my belief of the non-existence of fate, as fate, in fact, exists, but correct that the fate as the general population knows is inaccurate.

God is a very philosophical concept; it heavily depends on the perspective, but I denounced every single one of them because no matter what form of God was proposed, first: it defied my conception of God, second: no one could demonstrate its existence, not in abstract they could.

It seemed to me that it defied every form of rationality and logic, and I was, once again, correct.

However, I did not consider that the laws that govern our universe could be warped, manipulated, changed...

The day when I met this supreme creator was the day I died; the crucial comma in my life, moment that changed my perspective of the world.