I’m surrounded by an angry mob. I can’t make out their faces or any distinguishing features. But it doesn’t matter, because they’re now beating me down and attacking me. A large screen behind them displays anonymous comments calling me every name and slur you can imagine. Pictures of my bloodied face are being posted and sent to my family and friends. It’s hard to see with all these fists and feet bearing down on me, so I can’t fight my way out. I’m certain that I’m going to die here.
Out of nowhere, a series of bright lights and kaleidoscopic patterns clear the crowd. It feels as though the ground itself has opened up, creating a bottomless pit around me. A single hand reaches out to me, and I grab it.
The hand belongs to a woman. She’s not an angel, but she may as well be in my eyes. She’s the source of the lights and colors, and she can apparently fly, too. And she does just that, flying away with me, still hand-in-hand, away from the angry crowd and through a blinding tunnel of light. My wounds heal as we travel. I don’t know where we’re going, and I don’t really care.
Some time passes, and we’re now in a large park, walking together, holding hands, laughing and smiling as we walk. It’s raining, and we don’t mind it at all. I still don’t know who this person is, but I’m glad I met them.