Heaven is a concept until he was born in it.
Yael didn’t know when he started existing. His awareness was suspended in time, blurring the beginning and end of everything he knew and was yet to know. Around him is a circle, curved lines connecting the substantial and the metaphysical. Yael is in the line yet inside the circle all the same.
Until God gifted him the breath of life.
It was bright. Blinding. Suffocating. Heaven is not a mere concept anymore. He started recognizing flowers, stars, trees before he could even learn their names. He is still one with the birds, the clouds, and with any other creatures permitted to live with the same breath of life. Only now, he had become different in form. He became more concrete. Present.
He is no longer an observer, a concept in itself. He
