The garden was a paradise — a heaven on earth. Every color bloomed across its endless fields, flowers of every kind whispering in the soft wind. Butterflies drifted lazily among the petals, and the songs of unseen birds filled the golden air.

At the heart of this divine beauty sat a man.

He rested in a carved wooden chair like a king upon his throne, calm and timeless. In his right hand, he held a cluster of grapes that glowed faintly under the sunlight; his left hand rested upon a book lying open on the table before him.

His beauty defied words — smooth ivory skin, long elegant legs, a powerful body sculpted in perfection. His hair shimmered like silk threads kissed by light. It seemed as though the Creator had taken every beautiful thing in existence and shaped it into him. His eyes, deep and bright, were fixed on the gate, as if waiting for someone.

And then — she arrived.

Manayim stepped through the gate, barefoot in white flat sandals. Her long white dress brushed against the flowers, and a crown of blossoms rested gently on her brown hair. No makeup, no perfume — yet she looked breathtaking, pure as morning dew.

Her breath caught as she gazed around. “Oh my God…” she whispered.

She had never seen such beauty — not in all her seventeen years. The air felt alive, the garden like a dream of heaven. But the man… the man before her — he wasn’t just beautiful. He was otherworldly.

His face shines like the sun… no, she thought, the sun shines like his face.

Could this be God Himself? How could she still be alive and see Him?

Then, he smiled — and the garden seemed to glow brighter.

“My baby girl,” his voice rolled through the air, smooth and deep like waterfalls echoing through mountains. “My love. My whole universe. Finally, you came to me. I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

Manayim froze. Was he talking… to her?

He took a slow step toward her, his gaze tender and knowing.

“You don’t recognize your fiancé?” he said softly.

“W-what… d-did you say?” she stammered, unable to move, unable to breathe.

He smiled again, a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Oh, my baby. I’m scaring you.”

His voice lowered, warm and magnetic. “Come, sit down. Don’t be afraid.”

Manayim’s thoughts screamed no, but her body obeyed. A strange, calming power drew her closer, until she stood before him.

“Listen, my love,” he said, handing her the book. “I know this sounds impossible, but it’s the truth. You’ve been my fiancée since the day you were born. Everything you need to know about me — and us — is written in here. Read it carefully. Take your time to understand.”

He lifted the grapes toward her. “And these… when you’re ready, eat them. You’ll taste my love for you and learn how to love me in return.”

Then, with a final, heart-stopping smile, he whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you.”

And in the blink of an eye — he was gone.

“Beep! Beep!”

The sound of her alarm tore through the silence. Manayim gasped, jolting awake.

Her heart raced. “That dream… it didn’t feel like a dream. It felt real.”

As she sat up, something cold brushed against her palm. She looked down — and froze.

“The grapes…” she whispered.

The very same grapes from her dream lay in her hand, glistening as if freshly picked.

Terrified, she pushed off her blanket — and her foot hit something hard. She looked.

The book. The same book from the garden.

Her blood ran cold. “What’s happening to me? Am I dead? Is this… magic?”

Her phone suddenly buzzed beside her.

Bzzz.

A message — from an unknown number.

With trembling hands, she opened it.

My sweet little princess,

You must do what your man told you. He is your one true love — the one who has sacrificed more than you can imagine.

I am your loving father. Do not fear. When you go to him as his bride, he will bring you to me. He is the only path back to our true home.

I will wait for you there, my dear.

You cannot call or text me back, but if you ever have questions, speak them aloud — I will hear you, wherever you are.

I am always with you.

I love you endlessly.

The phone slipped from her hand as her whole body trembled.

The grapes. The book. The message.

None of it could be real.

And yet… somehow, it was.