Everything happened so fast. Stefan had called in sick at work because he felt bad. The cold symptoms turned out to be a corona infection one day later. Because of his asthma he was a risk patient, which soon turned out to be true, because less than 48 hours later he was in the intensive care unit. Every breath hurt and he felt like he was suffocating - coughing made him spit up blood. As the anaesthetic flowed through his veins and slowly took effect, he felt the tube that someone from the hospital staff stuck in his throat. "Probably the cute nurse from just ...." he thought, as his senses faded ... Then ... Felt only a moment later, he woke up again. He was still in his intensive care bed and took a deep breath. It seemed to be a miracle! All his symptoms had disappeared. The tube in his throat and the drip he had been hanging from had also been removed. The air smelled fresh and a bit sweet. Like a flower meadow in the morning dew. He was still a bit wobbly on his legs when he left the bed and had to hold on to it. Only now did he notice where he was. His bed stood on a sun-drenched clearing and fantastic-looking creatures looked at him. Somehow this did not seem to surprise him, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Am I dead? Is this perhaps heaven? Or is this the medication?"