You blink against the golden light that filters through the trees, the air warm and full of the scent of wildflowers. Around you, endless green fields roll into the distance, scattered with towering oaks and gentle streams that catch the sun like rivers of glass. The sky above is a brilliant blue, unmarred by cloud or shadow.

It feels as though the very earth is alive — vibrant, singing without sound — and for a moment, you simply stand there, breathing it all in. Peace, deeper than anything you’ve ever known, settles over you.

In the distance, the sound of running water and soft winds fills the air, yet everything seems still. The beauty of the place, both grand and intimate, feels eternal, as though it has been here since the beginning of time, and yet it is full of life and wonder — the earth, as it was always meant to be.

Then, from behind, you hear footsteps — soft against the grass — and you turn to see a Man approaching. His eyes, bright and full of kindness, meet yours. His presence is both calming and powerful, as though He belongs to this place, yet is beyond it at the same time. He smiles, a smile that feels like home, and you somehow know, without needing to be told, exactly who He is.

“Come,” Jesus says, His voice both gentle and strong. “Walk with Me.”

He offers His hand — not demanding, not rushing — simply inviting. And as you take it, you realize this is no dream. This place — this kingdom — is real, a physical place, more beautiful than you ever imagined. It is a city of light, with streets of gold, and gates made of pearls, where God Himself dwells in the midst of His people, and there is no more pain or sorrow.