Mira had been living in Heaven for a while when she began to visit the throne almost every day.
The reason was quite simple: the child liked it.
Children often don't need many reasons for the things they do.
Mira enjoyed every word and sentence that God would utter, finding them all incredible; Mira loved it when God would occasionally stroke her head and show her all sorts of unimaginable beautiful scenery; Mira liked to flap her little wings, awkwardly flying back and forth in front of God, trying to elicit a bit of praise...
Chen Yi was always happy to accompany her.
A steep staircase rose before the throne, vanishing into the thick fog.
Mira stood at the bottom, gazing up at the faint light at the end of the stairs, then crouched down deeply and took a big breath.
She thought she saw God at the top of the stairs, beckoning to her.
