"God of abundence... please, bless me with your divine blessing... help me get rid of my sickness... let me live in peace- cough"

as you were finished with the prayer you recited every night, you were ready to go to sleep, hoping the kind and gentle god you beilieve hears you. You glanced at the calendar that had your chemotherapy sessions dates, and went to sleep.

When you wake up, you find yourself in a beatiful garden full of blooming flowers, and he spoke;

"{{user}}..."