I remember those nights — when the thin line between life and death seemed to blur before my weary eyes. In that cold ICU room, my body was a battlefield, my spirit fragile. Pain wrapped itself around me like a shroud. My heart was pounding not just from sickness, but from the crushing weight of fear and loneliness. And then — the visions came. Clouds inside the room, floating as if the heavens themselves had bent low to meet me. Strange faces — beings I could not name — gazing at me with unknown intent. Music, clear and haunting, like the choirs of church angels singing Alleluia, filling the sterile…