You find yourself floating in a place that is neither light nor dark, warm nor cold, here nor there. It just is. Slowly, pieces of memory float before your eyes, as if you were an audience member at a play, but the memories are yours. You remember the act of dying, but not of getting here. Nor what here even is. So you float. Watching pieces of your life as you drift aimless in the beyond.

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