It was not an auditory or a visual hallucination, and it was even more so, not a dream. I could tell the moment I looked into the man’s eyes. Just as I could tell that it is raining when I look at raindrops falling or that it’s snowing when snowflakes are falling, it was just so natural that I could not describe it any more clearly.

I did not believe in god. When I was young, I believed in an existence that transcends cognition, but ever since my husband fell into a deep sleep, I no longer credited such existences. If there was a god, or any similar beings existed in this world, he, or she, or they, would not have left my good husband to stay like that for ten whole years. If there was a god, I believed that he would be one of those devils that disregard the law.

However, I could no longer deny god. The man in front of me was proof that god existed.

“You should have realized the moment you saw me that you have not gone crazy or are dreaming.”

I nodded. I felt like an invisible,...