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The old man smiled, and that smile contained too many meanings. He waved to Rayal as if signaling him to let go of all prejudices: "Here, 'heaven' is just a state, a place where the soul is liberated. Here, you don't need to be afraid or worried, just follow your heart's desire."
His words were like a warm spring breeze, sweeping through Rayal's heart, dispelling the confusion and unease deep within him. Rayal took a deep breath, trying to adjust his emotions to the rhythm of this mysterious space.
Rayal Staring at the old man in the white robe in front of him, a sense of inexplicable trust surged in his heart. He asked softly, "So, are you God? Or some deity?"
The corners of the old man's mouth curved up again with a smile that seemed both genuine and enigmatic, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom. "Jesus, Allah, Buddha, the Jade Emperor, you can call me whatever you like. They may be different entities in your world, but here, they are all the same person, and that person is me."
Rayal listened and couldn't help but smile lightly, feeling the pressure in his heart dissipate: "I'm glad I'm not religious, otherwise I might have ended up arguing with you here."
The old man's laughter was clear and distant, as if it could reach deep into Rayal's soul: "No matter what race, belief, or lack thereof, when you come here, all that remains is peace. You'll find that in this space, anger is meaningless."
Rayal gazed at the old man, a hint of unease in his eyes: "So, am I dead now?" His voice was almost a whisper, as if afraid to break the peaceful silence.
The old man reached out to stroke his forked white beard, his deep gaze revealing complex emotions: "Strictly speaking, not yet. But in a way, it's almost like dying." His words were direct yet carried a kind of transcendent calm.
With the old man's crisp snap of his fingers, the surrounding light suddenly converged, and a lifelike scene appeared before Rayal. He saw another version of himself lying in a hospital bed, tightly wrapped in heavy gauze, with fresh blood seeping out. A hint of shock flashed in his eyes, a version of himself he had never seen before, fragile and helpless.
In the image, Lily and his colleagues at work were either anxious or weeping, their expressions intertwining with grief and helplessness. His parents sat nearby, their eyes hollow and lifeless, tears already dried up. They seemed to have been so saddened to the extreme that they could no longer express their emotions.
The doctor next to him had a heavy expression on his face, shook his head, and then took out a piece of paper. The words on it caught Rayal's eye - "Cease resuscitation."
Rayal's heart tightened, he turned to look at the old man, his eyes full of confusion and seeking an answer: "What does this mean? Do I still have a chance to go back?"
The old man's voice was gentle and sincere, like the paulownia leaves drifting in the night breeze, gently brushing over Rayal's soul.
"If you choose to go back," a hint of almost imperceptible regret flashed in the old man's eyes, as if silently bearing some intangible weight, "you must accept that from now on, you will not be able to return to your previous life. Your body will become your prison, and you will no longer be the young person who walked like the wind and danced through life."
He paused, his gaze piercing through time and space, staring at Rayal with a look of panic and confusion. "You will become a complete 'invalid,' your world will be confined to a sickbed, relying on machines and the mercy of others to sustain that faint spark of life. And your soul will be consumed by endless darkness, with no strength to continue the fight, no hope for the future. You will endure this brief yet endless life under the dual torment of physical and psychological suffering."
Rayal felt a tightness in his chest, a wave of confusion and fear surging through him. He knew deep down that the old man's words were not empty, but a reality heavier than death itself.
Rayal felt a deep sense of powerlessness and injustice. His shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and tears fell from his eyes like broken pearls. In the quiet space, his crying sounded particularly harsh and poignant.
"Why?" Rayal's voice choked up, as if every word weighed as heavy as a stone. "Why me? I just want to live a good life, why can't even this simple wish come true?"
The old man quietly watched Rayal, not immediately comforting him, but allowing his emotions to be released. In this world, every emotion Rayal feels is so pure and real, as if his soul is completely exposed. After a while, the old man gently walked to Rayal's side, sat down, and sat beside him. His presence is like a warm lighthouse, bringing a glimmer of light to the ocean in Rayal's heart.
"Rayal," the old man's voice was deep and full of empathy, "the journey of life is full of unknowns, and everyone has their own path to walk. What you have experienced is indeed unfair and unjust, but it has also shaped who you are now. In this unpredictable adversity, you can see your true strength."
"I don't want to be strong..." Rayal almost whispered, "I just want to go back to my old life, to be with my family and friends."
The old man's palm gently rested on Rayal's shoulder, it was a hand that had been roughened by the passage of time but was full of strength. Every light pat seemed to convey ancient wisdom and deep care from the heart.
"Child, a person's life is like a flowing river, sometimes so calm that you can only hear your own breath, and sometimes so turbulent that it's hard to find direction," the old man's voice was deep and powerful. "Your kindness and justice may not have been recognized by everyone in this world, but they are like the stars in the night sky, silently guarding the balance of justice. That weight is enough to influence your destiny and give you a new opportunity."
Rayal lifted his head, his eyes initially showing confusion, but gradually sparkling with hope under the old man's gaze. His lips twitched slightly, finally expressing the doubts in his heart.
"But why me? Why must I endure such a cruel fate? Shouldn't I pursue a simple but happy life?" Rayal's voice was mixed with questioning and incomprehension towards his fate.
The old man's mouth lifted slightly, with a hint of compassion and profound tolerance. His eyes, like a bottomless starry sky, shimmered with all-encompassing radiance.
"Your destiny is woven from countless clues, every decision, every encounter, is a part of it. Misfortune is just a small ripple in this long river, your journey is far from over," he whispered, each word carrying weight like a scale. "This place is like heaven, perhaps the end of a certain journey, but also the beginning of a new story."
The old man slowly stood up, reaching out and gently waving his hand in the air, as if guiding the stars in the sky. His ancient bronze eyes seemed to see another world through Rayal, a brand new battlefield that belonged to him.
"Let yesterday's stardust be the starting point for today's new star. Don't forget, even in the darkest and lightless night, the stars have never left. They hide behind the clouds, waiting for the moment to be discovered. The light of your life will also find the courage and opportunity to reignite in this mysterious paradise."
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