The sanctuary was made of glass, like a diamond. Inside, all was light and beauty. I felt a bubbling joy building inside me, wanting to escape like laughter, but with the violent uncertainty one feels when one is about to puke.
“Hush, dream,” a voice sang. It spoke no more words, but warbled out refreshing melodies that had such an intensity in them I thought I would be torn apart by that music. It was like dying of thirst and then suddenly being hit by a firehose.
I had been warned that this reality was much harsher than the life I had known, that the dark dungeon I had fought and bled in all my life was a holiday when compared to the fiery presence of the angels.
Their tender love would kill me…but I didn’t die.
“Rest,” I heard a whisper from somewhere above.
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