(A Story for young adults, those young at heart, and all Harry Potter fans.)

A gaggle of Hogwarts students, their robes askew and faces alight with curiosity, once gathered around me in the shadowy depths of the library. “Professor,” they whispered, their voices hushed with reverence, “Tell us of ‘the Secret One.’ Our teachers speak only of potions and charms, but not of the Secret One who first conjured real magic into being.”

I smiled, a twinkle in my eye. “Ah, but my dear students,” I replied, “each subject you study, every potion you brew, and every charm you cast, whispers of the Secret One in its own mystical tongue. Listen closely, and you shall hear the echoes of His Divine hand in every incantation.”

“Imagine, if you will,” I began, “a most extraordinary apothecary, its shelves brimming with shimmering glass bottles and bubbling cauldrons. Within each jar, a wondrous elixir, brewed with ingredients gathered from the farthest reaches of the enchanted world, each measure precise and potent. Surely, such a wondrous place would speak of a master alchemist, a potioneer of unparalleled skill. So much so that, even our legendary Headmaster Albus Dumbledore wishes he could be an apprentice at the feet of such a Lord of Magical Medicine.”

“And so it is with our Earth,” I continued, “a living apothecary, teeming with millions of species of magical creatures and fantastical plants, each a vessel brimming with life-giving remedies. This Earthly apothecary, far grander than a thousandDiagon Alleys, whispers of a Divine Healer, a Genius Scientist who breathed life into every beast and bloom.”

Once, there was an artist named Michelangelo.

He was hailed as the greatest artist the world had seen.

His passion was to paint scenes onto walls and ceilings. Especially the ceilings of temples. His greatest piece was the mural he painted in fresco on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

One day, it was announced that Michelangelo had repainted the ceiling, decorating it with a new mural, which was going to be revealed with a ceremony. The rumor around the town was that the Master called it “The greatest artwork I’ll ever manage to create”.

When the news spread, crowds flocked in from near and far. Artists came from all over the world to catch a glimpse of this immortal beauty. They started to line up the night before, waiting to be the first ones to witness the mysterious artwork nobody had seen before.

When the time came for the reveal, all eyes were glued to the ceiling. As the great artist and his assistants slowly pulled the cover off the ceiling, the whole chapel fell into silence, followed by rousing sounds of awe.