#aethestic

✠ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝓎𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 ✠

the first day of life in the sky

Day 362 of my stay in the Celestial Crystal Castle.

The way I arrived in Heaven was as beautiful as it was extraordinary.

One day, back in the past, while wandering through a quiet park, I came across a small pond. Its water was impossibly clear, so pure that it shimmered beneath the sun's rays. It didn't seem to reflect the light—it seemed to be the light's very source.

Curious, I leaned closer for a better look. But I lost my balance and fell in.

To my astonishment, I never struggled to swim, nor did my feet ever find the bottom. More strangely still, I wasn't even wet. I could breathe as though the water itself welcomed me.

When I finally gathered the courage to open my eyes, I was embraced by a brilliant white light—pure, gentle, and innocent. It surrounded me completely.

Little by little, I began to make out clouds beneath my feet.

I was descending from the heavens.

Lower and lower...

Until the roof of a castle came into view. It was dazzling white, immaculate, glowing with the same ethereal radiance as the water of the pond that had brought me here.

Everything was wrapped in clouds.

Вся проблема прошлых поколений - никто не разрешал себе что то хотеть и желать по-настоящему, потому что это казалось «не по-взрослому». Якобы все настоящие взрослые хотят платить ипотеки, постоянно вытирать слюни, быть кому кому-то обязанным.

Мне вот все равно, захотела - пошла рисовать мелками, пускать мыльные пузыри, прыгать через скакалку, лежать в траве или строить из песка куличики.

Мне кажется, что именно поэтому люди во взрослом возрасте такие капризные. У каждого из нас внутри есть «свой внутренний ребёнок». Большинство, к сожалению, это отрицает.

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