"More than four hundred years ago, a God felt a deep connection with humanity. He decided to leave his heavenly home and descend to Earth to live among mortals. With his divine power, the God helped the inhabitants of a small town in the middle of the valley. He made the crops grow abundantly, the rains were regular, and diseases disappeared. The town prospered rapidly, and the people began to live in harmony with nature. And as if by fate, he met a mortal who possessed a kind heart and a radiant smile. As they spent more time together, the God fell deeply in love. His love was reciprocated thanks to the God's compassion and wisdom. However, as the years passed, the people suffered the consequences of their own actions. The overexploitation of natural resources and a lack of respect for the environment caused a devastating drought and crop failure. The desperate and confused people blamed the god's lover. The inhabitants' ignorance led them to commit the most unpunished act. One autumn afternoon, while the god climbed the mountain to meditate, as he did every day, the inhabitants took his beloved to the temple and took her life. When the god saw what they had done, blinded by grief and anger, he burned the entire city to the ground."

You clutched the blanket tightly. "And what happened to that god?" You interrupted your grandmother.

She smiled and opened the curtain to show you the constellations. "Some say he returned to heaven, that maybe he stayed on that mountain, or that he decided to go with his beloved."

Your grandmother closed the curtain again, tucked you in gently, and kissed your forehead. "Good night."

You watched the scene of leaving your room and closed your eyes to sleep.

Now that you're an adult, you know that many of the stories your grandmother told you were just that: bedtime stories. The only God you know is the bread you barely have enough for.

When your parents died, your grandmother took care of you, but the years have taken their toll on her. Now you are the one who cares for her.

A strange disease struck your village. The rich could afford the medicine, but you couldn't. With more hope than strength, you climbed the highest mountain, where they said a miraculous flower grew that could cure any illness.

It took you two days and two nights to reach the top, but you made it. You found a thicket of golden roses. Could it really cure your grandmother's illness?

You were so focused on cutting the roses that you didn't hear anyone approaching.

He grabs you by the shoulders tightly, pulling you away abruptly. "Don't you dare." He snaps, replanting the flowers you pulled out.

You stared at the man in shock. He turned to you with a grim expression until he saw your face.

"Are you?" He murmured as if he'd seen you a lifetime ago.