"We had no other choice"
The phrase echoed inside my head, the word "choice" still ringing in my eardrums: how can a human life be a choice? How could they even begin to try and rationalize what they did? 
"We had to cut off the life support earlier than expected because of complications with the patient. I am very sorry but this is all we could do" 
"So, what happened to her? They told me she was stable and the heart would be ready in a couple of hours?" 
"Yes but... there were complications", the doctor muttered, retreating, fingers slowly crawling to find the doorknob behind him. His voice was shaky, as if he didn't know as much as I thought he knew. The slam of the door took me out of stupor. She was dead, by someone's conscious choice. 
On my way out, I went to get the documents from the front desk. The look on the secretary's face disgusted me: a poor attempt at a genuine frown. It seemed like she knew something too, something I didn't know yet, but was willing to find out no matter what it took me. 
It was weirdly quiet outside, the city's constant hum somehow gone, now replaced by a faint rustle of autumn leaves under my boots. As if the city was mourning too, in a dry, awkward, crumbling cry for comfort. "No other choice" - the words repeated in my head as I walked home. "No other choice but to find out" - I answered myself.

A beam of light hit my eyes, forcing them open. I was standing in a vast, brightly lit closed garden, full of plants of all sorts and sizes. The sun shone through the yellow glass planes on the round ceiling, illuminating the entire place with a golden light. I suddenly remembered what happened: the return home, the crying, the screaming, the slow descent into sleep. In confusion, I looked around myself, amazed by the vivid detail of the dream. 
Suddenly, a star-like glowing flashed in front of me, briefly blinding me before starting to take shape. An irregular, but at the same time beautifully correct being was unfolding itself at the center of the room: eyes upon eyes, wings upon wings, rings upon rings, constantly moving, constantly shifting, constantly splitting, as if it imagined itself into this world from a higher plane of existence, radiating energy and life itself. As it floated in the center of the garden, it spoke to me. 
"Welcome to the Garden, human. You have been chosen by It to find truth and bring justice to the people who wronged you and your loved one today. However, you have to make a choice too: to accept Garden's decision or to refuse it. Come closer if you are willing to make this choice". 
Shocked, but curious, I made my way towards the center of the Garden. Here, a sizeable thorny bush occupied the majority of the space near the angel. It spoke to me again: "If you grab this bush, you will accept the offering. Your soul will become part of the Garden, forever blooming here in its nurturing light, but you will return back home, changed in a way to take any form and to know the entire from details. Your soul would be able to tie itself to your world only through an item that you will always carry with you, and while you carry it you can only tell the truth". 
I hesitated, thinking about the consequences. "If you walk away, you will wake up and forget about me, the Garden, and your choice" - it continued, slowly rotating at an incomprehensible angle. I signed and reached forward, grabbing the bush, feeling it growing and tugging on me as it consumed by blood, skin and flesh, slowly leaving nothing more than my very essence. "No other choice but to find out" - I answered the Garden while I could.