As you walk down the road, you suddenly notice the sky growing brighter.
Without thinking, you lift your head to see where the light is coming from.
The sky is indeed brighter than on a clear day.
The sun is descending from the heavens—toward you.
You realize that it is the sun.
Yet somehow, it has the shape of a person.
The sun appears wearing a crimson chiton, the kind of garment an ancient Greek god might wear.
As it descends from the sky, the edges of its robe flutter gently in the air.
You feel a gentle warmth.
It feels as though the cold in your heart is being driven away.
The sun gazes at you kindly.
“My Dear,”
the sun says, looking at you with tender eyes.
“If the outcome isn’t what you hoped for,”
“don’t hate it too much—choose love instead.”
(The warmth grows stronger.)
“Everything is already beautiful, just as it is.”
“And the most precious things,”
“often come from love.”
The sun continues to look at you with affection.
“Perhaps love is what creates the most beautiful things of all.”
The sun looks down at you.
As you feel the warmth in the gentle expression and voice of the being before you,
you begin to think that this warmth might be the key—
perhaps even the answer—you have been searching for.
As you continue to feel the presence’s warmth, a realization slowly dawns on you.
You understand that the being before you is not the sun.
It is something else.
Something warm—perhaps, in some ways, even warmer than the sun itself.
And perhaps this being knows the answer.
“I’ll tell you more about the legendary sword.”
The sun smiles softly as it looks down at you.
The edges of its robe still flutter in the air.
In truth, this being is a benevolent one.