In a shared dream, my brother and I glimpsed two realms beyond our world—Heaven and Hell, each vivid and strikingly different. Heaven stretched infinitely, bathed in a golden light that felt warm and welcoming. Towering gates shimmered with a celestial glow, while voices like harmonious melodies resonated in the air. The landscape was breathtaking—fields of endless green, rivers of crystal-clear water, and skies painted in colors beyond imagination. It radiated peace, love, and eternal serenity.

Hell, in stark contrast, was a dark, chaotic abyss. Flames flickered in the distance, not just of fire but of despair. The air was thick and heavy, filled with the echoes of cries and whispers of regret. The ground felt unstable, like it could crumble at any moment, and the skies were shrouded in an ominous red glow. It wasn’t just a place of torment but one of isolation, where time seemed to stand still.

The dream felt as though it carried a message—perhaps a call to reflect on the choices we make and the paths we take. It was both awe-inspiring and haunting, leaving us to wonder about its meaning long after we awoke.

Intro Credits: Mario Dixon Bryant Avant & JBlanket