“Breathe in slowly,” I say softly as I look at all of the peaceful faces looking back at me. “One, two, three. Three, two, one.”

Every one of my beautiful brothers and sisters follows my words as I guide them through our nightly chants. All twenty-six members of the Sunshine Happy Church are giving over to the bliss, giving their souls over to the Sun Gods whom we worship.

The soft instrumental music is playing in the background as we all focus on our breathing, letting the lingering light from the sun fill up our souls in the most beautiful way. The sun gives life. It is our savior, but it is the Gods of fire who live inside the bright star who we are letting into our hearts.

“Open your minds,” I sing softly, swaying as I sit on the floor with my legs crossed. “Open your hearts and let the Gods of light enter your bodies to purify your souls.”

My twenty-six brothers and sisters are sitting crossed-legged in front of me, swaying from side to side as they let my holy words penetrate them.

We are the true believers, the only ones on the planet who know the truth. The Gods of fire, Franesca and Lukania, live in the center of the sun and are waiting to take the true believers back to an eternity of bliss and pleasure where we belong.

When the day of reckoning comes, the non-believers will perish in horrible ice as we will be warming our feet with the eternal flames alongside the only true Gods.

“One day the Prophets will come,” I whisper as we breathe slowly, in and out, in and out. “The Gods of fire, Franesca and Lukania will send them with a message. They will tell us how to reach the center of the flaming star. And when we follow their holy instructions, the day will come when we will ascend from this planet of cold and hate into the warmth of the center of the sun.”

“We bask in the light of Solaris,” they all chant as one.

“We must do what we can to save others,” I whisper, looking around the rooms. My brothers and sisters are devoted and hardworking. They have donated all of their money and worldly possessions to the Sunshine Happy Church, and they have recited the vows. They have shaved their bodies of every last hair, which is necessary to enter the heavenly ball of fire. But we must do more. When the Prophets come, and they will, all of the non-believers will perish. We must save as many of them as we can. Every soul who enters Solaris will please Franesca and Lukania, the only true Gods.

“There are boxes of flyers by the door,” I whisper to my family. “We must reach more people. We must try to save their souls, because that is what Franesca and Lukania demand.”

“We bask in the light of Solaris,” they all chant as one.

“Sunshine Happy Church is our new family,” I whisper. “Our old families laugh and criticize the Church, saying we believe in false Gods, but if they only kne—”

The door explodes open, upsetting the peacefulness of the room. All calm eyes open abruptly and dart to the two non-believers who are bursting into the room, making a mockery of our Holy Church.

“Aliens!” the female non-believer says, pointing at my brothers and sisters.

“I know this place!” the male says as he looks around. “You rub their bald heads for good luck.”

The male and female rush around the room, rubbing the heads of each of the true believers.

“Excuse me!” I shout, but they do not listen. They do not stop until they’ve touched every shaved holy head.

Their clothes are wet and torn, their eyes are wide open like bugs. Their arms are shaking, and they can’t seem to hold their attention on anything for longer than three seconds.

“Look!” the girl says, pointing to our large statue of the sun in the corner of the room. “It’s an Easter egg!”

My brothers and sisters are all looking to me for guidance as the two non-believers rush over to our Holy relic, pawing it with their sinister hands.

“Break it open!” the girl says, pointing to it. “I want chocolate!”

“Do not break it!” I shout as I stand up.

They turn and look at me, seeing me for the first time. “I know you,” the female says, staring at me. “You’re one of the guys in the Blue Man Group, but you peeled your blue skin off.”

Her words pass through me as I’m seized with awe. The shock of seeing them hits me like a solar flare. It can’t be!

But it is.

A gasp tears from my throat as I fall to my knees in front of them, staring up at the two Prophets with a heavy feeling in my stomach but with a floating feeling in my heart.

They are the true Prophets.

I’m surprised they have hair, but who am I to question the Gods?

They have the other sign of the Prophets: wet clothes.

I stare up at them in shock as my heart races. Their clothes are wet from the waters of Franesca and Lukania. They doused them with water so they could pass through the surface of the sun without getting burned to deliver the Holy message to us.

This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for. This is the moment we’ve given up everything for. And it is more beautiful than I can imagine.

“Is there chocolate in here, Mr. Blue Man Group?” the female Prophet asks me.

The warmth of the sun radiates through my trembling body as she speaks to me. The Prophet is speaking directly to me!

It’s too much to handle. I drop to the floor and bow, raising my hands up and down in a show of worship. My twenty-six brothers and sisters drop to the floor as well, chanting together now that they’ve recognized the male and female as the true Prophets.

They will tell us how to reach heavenly Solaris so we can spend all eternity with Franesca and Lukania in the center of the sun. They will tell us the steps we have to take to get there.

The male punches his powerful fist through the statue of the sun, and every last one of us cheers in excitement.

“Yes!” I shout as he pulls his hand out of the hollow statue. “That is where we want to go. Into the sun like your fist. Please, blessed Prophets, please tell us how to get to Solaris.”

“Do they have chocolate there?” the female asks.

My sister Solarip stands up and takes a flyer from the box. She slowly walks up to the female Prophet with her eyes on the floor.

“Praise Franesca and Lukania,” Solarip says, handing the Prophet a flyer. When the Prophet takes it and shoves it in her purse, Solarip takes off her flower necklace and places it over the Prophet’s head.

“We bask in the light of Solaris,” my brother and sister believers all chant as one.

We all cheer and cry, hugging each other in pure happiness as the blessed moment has finally come.

The male Prophet breaks off a piece of the statue, puts it in his mouth, and then spits it out. “This is not chocolate,” he says.

It is better than chocolate. This is the moment. It’s pure bliss.

I turn and hug a sister and then a brother as happiness fills every cell in my body. I am going to the promised land. I am going to Solaris!

After hugging each member of the Sunshine Happy Church, I turn back to the Prophets so they can tell us the path to eternal life. The path to Solaris.

I gasp when I don’t see them. “Where did they go?”

The door is wide open, and they are gone. A thousand questions fill my head as everyone looks to me for guidance.

Are they coming back? Why would the fire Gods Franesca and Lukania send the Prophets only to take them away before telling us the true path?

I swallow hard as I stare at the open door.

We have to find them. It is our only way into the center of the sun where we can bask in Solaris for all of eternity with the two true Gods, Franesca and Lukania.

They are the path to get there. They are the path to endless bliss.

And we won’t stop until we find them.