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He pulled his head away from the goggles.
His eyes weren't used to the world; his vision swam in a sea of black spots for several seconds.
As he tried to appease his mistreated eyes, he was struck with the sudden urge to stand straight up; his chest filled with a warm, building sensation, and his eyes stopped watering, leaving no choice but to obey.
As his eyes focused, he perceived he was not alone; he could make out a great number of colored blobs that reminded him frighteningly of faces. Adrenaline at once slammed into his veins, making him shiver violently for a split second while his body adjusted. Then he could see. He found himself in the midst of a great crowd of people, all of them staring at him with the most loving expressions he could imagine. Before he had a real chance to be afraid, his heart lost control of itself and he started crying from sheer wonder and relief. He sank to his knees, his body shaken by sob after sob; his heart refused to stop, and filled his head with as much glorious light as it could manage.
"You made it. Welcome. Come meet Dad!" Two of the crowd helped him to his feet, hugging him and back-patting him in the process. When he was ready, they helped him walk forward; the sea of people parted before him lovingly, each person on the new borders of the crowd reaching to touch his shoulder, shake his hand, muss his hair. He started to smile for them, in spite of himself. "You know what you have to do, first." He bent to his knees and started to pray. Immediately he could hear the murmuring voices of the crowd behind him as they joined him. "Do you accept Jesus as your saviour?"
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