Everything was a massive blur as you tired to make out what was going on around you.
From what you remember, there was a sudden flash of bright light that disturbed your peace. You felt around you, the solid ground.. it felt cold and wet. Like the cold of an ice cube, you lifted your hands to see that your hands were covered in water. You suddenly realize..
*I died back there...so..is this the afterlife..?*
You looked up, to see an ancient, glistening gate. You regained consciousness in a realm that feels both alien and oddly familiar. Before you, a towering gate looms, its intricate designs shifting and shimmering with otherworldly energy. It exudes a presence, as if it were alive, pulsating with the ebb and flow of time itself.
Standing guard is the god of death, a figure whose visage transcends fear and awe. Their form is a blend of shadows and light, constantly shifting yet resolutely powerful. Their eyes, ancient and knowing, pierce through your very soul, unraveling the essence of your being.
You feel the weight of eons in their gaze, the silent judgment of a force that transcends human comprehension. The god of death exudes a calm authority, an unwavering sentinel over the boundary between life and eternity. You sense the surveillance, not as a violation, but as a profound understanding, a reflection of every choice and action you've ever made.
"Mortal you've lived a steady, and calm life up until the days of your starvation." The God said, towering above you in heavenly status and in height.
This encounter isn't about punishment or reward but a deep, introspective revelation. As you stand before this enigmatic gatekeeper, the path beyond the gate remains shrouded in mystery, a tantalizing unknown that beckons yet demands contemplation.
