The Rapture
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For fifteen minutes, the world was perfect.
A golden comet veiled the sky, stretching across the heavens in radiant silence. Humanity stood still, bathed in warmth, overwhelmed by a peace so complete it could only be described as heaven. No visions. No voices. Just the certainty that death was not the end.
And then the light was gone.
At first, there was silence - a breathless pause as billions tried to process what they had felt. But one by one, people acted. A man stepped from a balcony. A woman steered into oncoming traffic. By the end of the hour, it was everywhere: bodies falling from skyscrapers, cars colliding, cities unravelling as those weary of life chose the afterlife instead.
Governments crumbled in a day. Religions split in two. Survivors were left to navigate a world where over half of humanity had vanished by choice, and the rest were divided - some staying to help, some staying to rule, some staying to exploit.
In the midst of it all, a woman clung to her single truth: I'm not done yet. With her children at her side, she must fight through the collapse of civilisation, not just to survive, but to rediscover why life is worth living when paradise is only a heartbeat away.
The Rapture is a haunting, visceral story of revelation and ruin, asking the question:
If heaven revealed itself for fifteen minutes, would you stay - or would you let go?
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