"All will be explained, friend," the Kusari man said, letting Vince's arm loose. In turn, Vince had on the Corsair slackened, and he fell to the floor, landing on his knees, gasping for breath. He made no move to rise, or retaliate.
"We're all dead," the Libertonian said, then waved his hand around to include all the scenery for his next statement, "and this is the afterlife you see before. That which there is to see, at least. Not everyone comes here. For most its darkness, or some other plane of being we can't perceive."
He walked to the door and opened it, beckoning. "It is easier to explain with visual aid, come with me." The Corsair stayed on the floor, his disapproval apparent. Vince and Renato followed with hesitance, but followed none-the-less. The Kusari man whispered something into the Corsair's ear, then brought up the rear.
Outside was a hallway, grim and bare. At the end was a door framed by light, apparently not fitting the hole it covered correctly. Beyond that door was an altogether bucolic scene, rolling plains, trees, a dirt path. The sky was... white. Whitish-blue. No clouds, or all clouds, it was impossible to say. Everything looked... faded. As if its ethereal qualities made it not reflect light properly, or as if the light itself was too ethereal.
They were led down the dirt path towards the east. It was about noon, as the sun was directly overhead.
"As far as we can tell, this is like no planet we have ever known. It's not spherical, that's for sure... as hard as this is to believe, this place is very much a flat plane." The Libertonian was doing all the talking. "Those whose death is closely related to emotion, strong emotion, usually come here. It is believed that we were not ready to let go of the life we once held."
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