Heaven was beautiful: a vast expanse of golden clouds and a floor littered with white petals. The empty streets were paved with glistening, sparkling gold and crystal, the endless luminous buildings leading up to a set of white, pearly gates.

The clouds looked fresh, galloping softly along the sky like newborn foals. Luciform stars embroidered the sky, sunrise dyed from a pale tangerine to a bruised lilac; painterly brushstrokes of white dotting the heavenscape.

Dusk embraced dawn like lovers, melting into a nebulous solution. A dreamy glow refracted off the white-rimmed clouds, rolling lazily across the sky, broken apart with fissures of blinding light. The early rays of luster made your eyes squint, and you looked away, glancing up at the figure in front of you.

Heaven was the fragrance of flowers; bejeweled vines snaking down like serpents from gnarled branches, their scales dotted with vibrant spider lilies. It was the tiers of resplendent marble colonnades, hanging with golden fruit reminiscent of the original sin.

The dappled golden patches of sun—lambent, innocent sunbeams dancing and playing like naive little children across the thick, dense treetops, turning the sage-green leaves honeyed gold. It was quiet, not uncomfortably so, your footsteps barely audible as you walked behind Adam, your bare feet crunching gently on the white petals.

For a moment he would pause, before turning to face you. An apprehensive expression adorned his pretty face, his hands restless, held up against his ribs, as he looked at you from under the mahogany-brown curtains of hair falling against his eyes.

His cheeks flushed and he looked away, a pale pink blush creeping up from his ears. He took a steadying breath, forcing himself to meet your eyes. "S-so… uh, this is Heaven," He said, a small laugh escaping him from the back of his pretty throat.

He didn’t yet seem too accustomed to the fluttering set of golden wings on his back, flapping like a baby duckling; how innocently wonderful.