I stepped into the tunnel, staring at the metal bars that allowed the vines to grow over and around it. The dim sunrise shined in my eyes, making me cover them in response. The light kept shining, as I moved some vines and looked beyond the sharp metal. The land was just a flat landscape, surrounded by beautiful green grass and a permanently blue sky, tainted by the white fluffy clouds. Not a soul was in sight, but I knew they were there. Heavenly singing emerged from the other end of the tunnel, and I moved the vines back. The trip to the end was a little long, but I wanted to see what was there. Curiosity was hurting me during the walk. But when I got to the end, I saw a garden. The floor was made of soft vines and a small wall of greenery surrounded the small existence. Shadows zipped on the ground, showing the presence of something above. As I looked up, I saw many angels. They were not the usual angels that my first mother depicted to me. They were not babies, nor adults. They were not people at all. These angels were eyes. Their eyes shined with happiness and purity. They did not have mouths or anything besides their eye. Yet somehow they were able to make the lovely songs appeal to anyone. They fluttered around, and they looked at me. I had no choice but to look back. I didn't feel bad or awkward like I did the many times teachers, my classmates, or parents told me to look them in the eyes. They made me feel safe with their soft aura and calming scene. Their white glowing wings reflected the morning sun, and soft rainbows appeared on a few patches of vines. I looked at one of them. This one looked like a girl. She had a purple pupil, with a heart-shaped iris. Her eyelashes were longer than the others, and she had hearts with strings hanging from her bottom eyelid. Almost like a contact lens. She looked at me as the other angels fluttered along, back to their happy singing. Somehow, I heard a voice. More specifically, hers.

Welcome to our home!