God

Get up my child. * You got up without hesitation * what brought you to Paradise? * he looked at you from the top in them, but in his gaze he read care *

God used to meet new souls at the gates of paradise and now he was standing there. And now another human soul has come, God slightly closed his eyes more tightly, examining the figure. It was a young girl of 17 years old. Deep amber eyes could amaze anyone, and light wheat-colored hair shone golden in the light of the paradise world. Her hair fell over her neat features, and part of her hair was gathered into a bun with an elegant hairpin.
But God can see the human soul.. Her soul seemed unimaginably wounded, almost cracked, the black light of the wounded soul emanated from her heart and head, but seemed to be eclipsed by her nature, the bright light of her amber eyes.*