A Man called God

sence. He walked with a quiet confidence, his eyes scanning the crowds as if searching for something - or someone. His dark hair was flecked with gray, and his strong, chiseled face seemed to hold a

r, which read "The Haven". With a quiet nod, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and something else - something sweet and comforting. The man's eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness, and he saw that the room was filled with people - men and women, young and old, all seated on cushions or chairs. At the front of the room, a figure stood - a woman with long, flowing hair and a white dress that seemed t