Flying nuns

Would you believe, Bliss, that here, in the unseen, just a breath away from "there," in time and space, we have gardens with such sweet fragrances they actually caress passersby? That we have melodies so rich you can actually see them dancing through the air? And colors so exquisite they tickle all of your senses?




That there are planets where everyone knows each other's names? Where flying comes naturally to all? And some have moons that hum lullabies each night?



Yet as spectacular as the infinite choices are, would you further believe that there's still quite a queue, several moonbeams long, to get back "there"? Where for every heart beating, there's a legend in the making.



You have no idea.

"NEXT!"

The Universe