I awoke, laying upon a plain of grass. The sky was dark and devoid of color. The grass as grey as the ash of the fallen. As I sat upward, I stared forth upon the horizon. The sea of grass that engulfed the earth below me spread across the landscape for infinity. The soft breeze gently blowing against the grass could be faintly heard in the silent plain of infinity. Yet the silence, deafening. However I then noticed something, a silhouette standing upon the sky. It was what seemed to be the outline of a person, beside it was another. They filled the endless sky, staring down upon me and the earth I stood upon.
Looking up, I could see the quantity of the figures. I then looked ahead of me seeing a door. The door was made of an old rotted wood, perhaps of an old oak, the knob of the door was rusted and filthy. As I walked to the door, my feet gently pressed against the ground. Once I reached the door, I raised my arm and grasped the old door handle. Pulling it open, I was welcomed to a baron field of dirt. However there were pairs of feet, sticking out from the soil. They laid motionless in the dirt. I looked upon the pairs of feet.
What sins have these poor souls committed to suffer a punishment ever so dire?
I pondered to myself, walking past the many feet. Whispers echoed throughout vast emptiness, ushering in tongues long forgotten. Looking forward upon the path ahead of me, I try to dig deeper through my shattered thoughts. Questioning to myself,
Where am I? Who am I? What is my purpose here?
As I tread upon the soil of the damned souls, I continue to ponder questions about myself, in which none have answers.