The light was incredibly bright; I was still ecstatic with what I saw, the Great Hall in gold and marble with vines wrapped around the central pillars supporting the dome with the design of a flower with five petals.     I turned to Mir who looked at me sweetly, his wings beat slightly in a move that seemed involuntary causing the skirt of my bridesmaid dress moved.     But more was stunned me more was the strange presence of my grandmother besides of her appearance which was not the same at the moment she died with more than seventy years old. It looked like when she was fifty, and took me to her stories lectures at the hospital where I met Mir.     "My dear Jin Ah" she said in her soft voice that kept in my memories.     "Wait! Is this a dream? Perhaps I'm delirious?" I could not think in the opposite of this     "Is not so" replied Mir, advancing towards me but I stepped back. Although its appearance was like an angel pure and beautiful, I was afraid     "I don’t trust you"     "You should do it, Jin Ah" said my grandmother standing next to him. It was weird the view, as if we were in heaven and Mir was part of celestial court     "I see it is useless, she fears me so I better leave you alone" he flapped the wings strongly, and flew toward the dome. I tried to see where he was going but the intense light that was coming from this didn’t let me.      I shook my head astonished for what I saw     "This had to happen in a few months and not now" complained my grandmother "But that man ..."     "I want that you to tell me what happens" I demanded     "Let's go out" she pointed one of the multiple doors at our left     "If I'm in a dream, no matter if we talk here or elsewhere"     "You're not in a dream" she said softly, perhaps to prevent that I enter in panic "Everything you see is real, as the world you belong"     "I don’t understand" I said confused     "Come on" she grabbed my hand, It was warm and calloused for written so much as when she was alive     She introduced a golden key in one of the door's lock, then we went to what looked like a garden with flowers of different colors and shapes; I saw tiny lights moving over them as if it were fireflies but my grandmother said they were fairies retouching the petals with paintings. I shook my head, thinking this was crazy     She stopped near a fountain with a child with legs tucked towards the chest and wings similar to Mir’s     “Where I’m?” I asked     "We are in Arcadia, the kingdom of the fairies hidden for over fifty years"     "Arcadia" I saw no possible logic in everything she said, so I gave for granted that I was in a dream     "It's hard for you to believe, but is true" she sat on the bench next to the fountain, her robe