(Caption) To Enter Heaven

He found himself standing in front of a massive golden gate after his death. A warm light seeped through from behind the gate, but the guard at the entrance looked at him coldly and told him that he could not enter heaven.

"Why?" he asked anxiously.

"You committed too many sins in your lifetime," the guard replied.

He felt despair. Unwilling to be cast away, he pleaded desperately, promising that he would do anything to atone. The guard pondered for a moment before finally telling him that there was a way for him to enter heaven—but it would come at a price.

"I'll do it!" he answered without hesitation.

In an instant, a brilliant light enveloped him, and a searing sensation surged through his body. He looked down in horror as his form began to change. His bones shrank, his skin became smooth, and his voice grew softer. Long hair cascaded over his shoulders, silky and light. His clothes transformed into a purple dress with a light-colored coat draped over it. Delicate white stockings wrapped around his now slender legs, and his feet were snugly encased in a pair of small black shoes.

When the light faded, he had completely turned into a girl.

She stared blankly at her hands, touching her cheeks, then looking down at the hem of her skirt. Her body felt unfamiliar and light, the skirt swaying slightly with her movements. The soles of her shoes pressed against the ground, giving her a sensation she had never experienced before.

"Your task is to deliver letters," the guard handed her a small messenger bag, which contained several envelopes. "The better you perform, the more your wings will grow. Once you fully become an angel, you will be allowed to enter heaven."

She bit her lip, wanting to protest, but in the end, she silently accepted the letters.

From that day on, dressed in her new outfit, she set out on her journey. Each time she delivered a letter, she would secretly reach back, hoping to feel even the slightest growth of feathers. And indeed, her efforts were rewarded—her wings gradually began to take shape.

Though she struggled to adapt to her new body and occasionally reminisced about her past self, she slowly embraced her duty and accepted the form she had taken. Whenever she looked down at her neat stockings and the steady presence of her shoes, she reminded herself that as long as she continued her work, she would eventually find redemption.