The beginning of light

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“Mila…” the young woman exhaled, sitting up abruptly. She was wearing all white. Soft flowing fabric covered her fragile body in the form of a loose and graceful garment. Her chestnut curls cascaded down her shoulders. She looked around the room in search of her daughter, not quite understanding where she was. Her mind had already begun to race out of habit, but for some reason her heart was perfectly calm, as if there was nothing to worry about, and somehow she knew this, even though she could not substantiate it in any way or even make a logical assumption. Monica carefully rose from the bed and stepped onto the soft, snow-white surface of the floor with her bare feet.
The bed was suspended, hovering in the air like a big, slightly springy hammock. The room looked very simple and minimalistic, but at the same time, it made you feel extremely cozy. The interior was made in an eco-friendly style, white combined with dark and light wood, and the usual sharp corners were replaced by smooth lines. The top half of the arch where the wall curved into the ceiling was occupied by a huge window, and the entire space was illuminated by sunlight. It was easy to breathe in the fresh air, perhaps partly because some of the walls were organically covered with an unusual green living carpet, which clearly contributed to the production of oxygen. She walked over to the door, opened it slightly, and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment against the brightness of the blue-pink sky. The sun was preparing to set, brightly illuminating the entire area in front of the house and the lawn, on which her daughter ran, laughing loudly and screaming with joy. Her hair, cascading down to her shoulder blades, tousled from the game, glistened like dark amber, while her cheeks displayed a healthy blush.
“Mila!” Monica exclaimed and hurried to her daughter, discovering that she couldn’t run due to a strange weakness in her muscles. She almost stumbled but managed to hold on to one of the young trees she stepped up to, before the girl wrapped both arms around her, reaching her in a small, nimble whirlwind.
“Mom…” the child whispered with joy and content, burying her face in Monica’s shirt, acting as if she wasn’t surprised that her mom came to her senses. “Well done, you completed the adaptation very quickly.”
“Adap… What?” Not quite understanding, or rather not understanding at all what was happening, Monica saw an unfamiliar man who had been sitting to the side of them all this time, with a relaxed, meek smile on his face.
“Mozart will explain everything to you,” the girl answered in a laconic, carefree tone, raising her smiling dark brown eyes to her mom. “How do you feel?”
“Weird. Where are we?”
 “In the adaptation hospital,” with the intonation that suggested we already went through this, Mila mumbled playfully and smiled from ear to ear. “Mom, everything is fine, you chose to be good a long time ago. Our life is not in danger, you don't have to worry about that. And your burns have healed…” The girl pulled up one of the wide sleeves of Monica’s dress, looking at her forearm.
“There were burns? Like what Uncle had?”
“Yes, just like him. But yours healed up. Because Mozart brought us here. Transported, more accurately. Via teleportation. Can you imagine? I told you teleportation is real. Like in Harry Potter. But you didn't believe me! Ha!” The girl hopped jubilantly around her mother before grabbing the rope swing, set up like a small hammock, and began to joyfully swing next to her mother.
Monica glanced at the enigmatic Mozart and greeted him uncertainly. 
“Hello.”
“Good day…” he pulled himself away from his thoughts and politely responded to her.
Rising from the hammock, Mozart stepped closer and held out his hand to Monica for a gentle, respectful shake.
“Welcome to our island of light, no matter how strange it may sound. Here, people from the planet who received burns as a result of their physical body going through a transition to different energy frequencies, are being restored, just like you. You see, the transformation taking place on Earth is not an accident. The time had come, and waiting was no longer an option if civilization wanted to have a chance at survival. Human thoughts and the totality of their choices led mankind to the very edge, from which there were only two exits. Become the light or ceases to exist. Like everything else that is brought into the light, the physical body also has to be rebuilt and either cease to exist due to the mismatch of frequencies with absolute love or falls into resonance and is freed from everything that was not at this frequency of light and love. Within you, the light outweighed the rest, and so you were able to safely survive. Is everything clear?” He smiled politely and looked Monica straight into the depths of her eyes, his gaze filled with warm purity.
“Not entirely, to be honest …” Monica muttered in confusion, at first experiencing a slight desire to move away from him due to surprise and the unusual nature of the man’s conduct, because this gaze felt like he was looking straight into her soul. But after a couple of seconds, she relaxed a little, sensing that everything was fine and that there was no danger emanating from the stranger. On the contrary, there was an unusual sense of warmth in her soul, reaching to the very depths of her heart and filling her with light. To some, it may feel or be perceived as romantic intimacy, but this was not the case here. It was simply human intimacy. Neutrally light, clean, and peaceful. Is the sea romantic in its pure depth? No. It just is. It lives and knows that we are all one. In the same way, these blue eyes shone with the quiet unity of all living things and filled Monica with energy with a single look.
“It's fine. You will understand everything. Or to be more precise, you'll feel, because you already have this knowledge, but it is somewhere deep inside, and you haven’t remembered it yet,” he turned his kind look to Mila.
“Milady, would you like to go on enjoying wonderful smoothies?” He glanced at Monica, briefly explaining, “Your daughter beat me at backgammon and got my unlimited card to the vegibar for the whole day.”
With a good-natured smile he looked once again at the carefree child. She already readily jumped off the vine-swings.
“Yes! Mom, they have much there! Come on, I'll show you, you haven't tried a combo of oranges and passion fruit, my favorite.” grabbing her by the hand, Mila hurriedly dragged her to a grove of vines hanging from the edge of the house. Pushing them aside with her hand, she revealed a whole street of houses and greenery that harmoniously complemented each other and created a breathtaking image of love and unity between human and nature.