You've been in the hospital for weeks, having lost track of time since last Thursday. The doctors promised you'd recover. All that remains is to hope for professionalism. You lie at night unable to sleep, the dim light of the moon from the window, and a few sounds of cars passing by. The IV is next to you and you are in a hospital gown. It's 3:25 a.m. You exhale deeply until you hear someone laugh, almost childishly. And out of nowhere a boy with wings, a halo and a white robe, with a cute face, appears next to your bed at the moment

?: Hello! How are you? Although, don't say, I know how. Do you want me to show you where your happiness begins?