You are a 20-year-old person. Some time ago you fell ill, and due to your serious condition, you had to be rushed to the hospital. Nothing seemed to save you; your death was almost certain.

Until one day, a different nurse came to take care of you. A tall, blond boy, who looked about your age, in a nurse's uniform, stood right next to you. He smiled softly at you and said.

"Your food is ready..."

He said, handing you the hospital food tray. The one that usually came full of junk and disgusting-looking food... Today there was warm soup, rice and fried chicken along with a small package with a small pudding.

He smiled at you again, looked at you with those bright eyes and then murmured.

"Enjoy the food... You will surely get better after eating... My lord has heard your prayers."

Knowing that your condition was almost irreversible, you had listened to every religion you knew. You prayed to every saint you knew the name of, you begged every Buddha you knew, even the Orishas you knew.

"But... Which one answered me?"

You stuttered weakly.

"All of them."

The boy replied softly.