Above the clouds, whether there truly exists a heaven, no one can say for sure.
But the Kingdom of Heaven on the earth below is right before everyone's eyes.
In the Eastern Parish, Central City, under the afternoon sun, the marble spires glistened with a crystalline light, dazzling like crystal itself.
Droplets of light gathered together as if transforming into a cluster of stars beneath the blazing sun.
One magnificent holy chapel after another rose solemnly from the earth.
Beneath their opulent and luxurious decorations, each chapel exuded solemn dignity, crafted with exquisite care, each beautiful in a distinctive way.
Surrounding hundreds of massive chapels, even more were under construction.
Even the foundations and support beams were carefully polished by believers until not a speck of dust remained.
When the bells tolled, prayers and hymns filled every chapel.
Even in the streets and alleys, everyone would kneel devoutly when the time for praise came, facing toward the Central Parish, toward the Heavenly City, offering their prayers.
Praise be to the divine, grant me a new life.
Praise be to the divine, for creating such a peaceful world.
Praise be to the divine, grant me eternal life...
On countless faces, though different in every way, the same unwavering reverence was carved deep within.
Why not believe?